Recently, a notification popped up on my Facebook highlighting a memory from 3 years ago. I had just come back from my final year at university in South Africa and I was spending some much-needed down time in Swakopmund with my father and step-mum, Gabi. I hadn’t been...

My father loved Amber. He used to spend hours getting up close and macro-personal with various pieces of amber, placing them on our kitchen table or on the stoep outside and playing with the light on them. Lighting them from the front, back, top, bottom. His fascinatio...