Set in the picturesque heart of the Paarl Winelands to the backdrop of the majestic Klein Drakenstein Mountains is the luxurious Cascade Country Manor. The boutique hotel’s namesake is the cascading waterfall located on the property whose soothing sounds permeate throughout the grounds year round. This charming proudly 4-star hotel and spa is located on pristine grounds in the former homestead of royalty and comprises only fifteen rooms, ensuring an intimate and peaceful stay in the fair Cape.
Surrounding the majestic building are 900 olive trees in a 100 year old grove as well as indigenous Buchu, a medicinal plant native to southern Africa. The olive grove that thrives on this property today is the Duke’s legacy and the Goetze family take great pride in the olive oil produced from this grove which is situated in the largest olive-producing valley in the southern hemisphere. Sample Volker’s delicious olive oil and olive bread baked daily at the hotel.
The little farm in a kloof at the foot of the Limitberg has had many owners over the past century. The estate called Paarl Waterfall Park boasts a history filled with all genres.
The friendly people of Paarl have welcomed us into their town and have told us a number of stories associated with the farm, but we do know that we have not heard all of it yet. As we gather more information this page will be edited and extended.
Excerpt from the book “A Silver-Plated Spoon” Biography of The Duke of Bedford 1959:
“It is a lovely Part of the world. There is a big waterfall, as the name suggests, tumbling down the mountains at the back, and although the house was a pretty hideous shack with no electric light, we made up our minds that we could convert it into the sort of thing that we wanted.
Over the years we have turned it into a sort of American Colonial-style house with plenty of bathrooms. It really is a dream place, and now that we live in England I often long to go back there. We gradually turned the land into a going concern. The vineyards were rotten, so I pulled them all up, planting apricots and olives and a strange herb called buchu, which has valuable medical properties and is exported mostly to America. The only trouble is that its price fluctuates rather alarmingly.
I certainly look back on the South African period as the happiest time in my life. It was fairly simple existence, we worked quite hard, but we had enough money coming in, and we made many friends. It was wonderful for the children, who learned to ride, spent most of the daylight doors and fairly blossomed with health. For the first time I came to realize the joys of really happy family life, and now that I have less time and more responsibilities, I look back on these years with real nostalgia.
There is no doubt that if you can ignore the local politics, it is an almost idyllic part of the world in which to live. In Johannesburg money is the only really important thing and everything revolves around it. But down in Cape Province the pace of life is much slower.”