Climbing higher and yet higher we leave behind us the Zulu nation and enter the Transkei and Xhosa country. On top of a rocky outcrop we all stare quietly out to sea, a private moment that’s only broken by Geraint Jones who, with a faraway look in his eye insists at the top of his voice that he can see Wales. Poor deluded fool, the man is quite obviously a veritable imbecile. What? Carry on. Fawcett.