Albions
Our second trip took us to the Daljosefat Sports Grounds in Paarl—better known as Die Dal. With eight rugby fields, the place buzzes with life every afternoon, a constant churn of boots, whistles, and voices.
That day, the rain was rolling in, and the air felt charged—not just with the weather, but with a sense of anticipation. Once again, I was reminded of how deeply rugby is woven into the fabric of these communities. On one side of the field, a brother and sister played quietly while their father trained nearby.
It’s these small moments—the ones beyond the scoreboard—that reveal how rugby shapes us. Not just as players, but as families. As people.