WORDS Pippa de Bruyn PHOTOS Elsa Young
Located within the extraordinary land of the Sinclair Nature Reserve, Nooishof is a place of soul-stirring beauty, the result of a long love affair with Southern Namibia.
“We humans are just enzymes,” says Marc Pampe, contemplating the scene below us in the softening light. “We can speed things up or slow things down, but nature is ultimately in charge.” We are seated on smooth boulders warmed by the sun, our ice-cold G&Ts fragranced with fresh mint picked from Nooishof’s garden.The plains are washed in pink and gold, tufts of grass pixellating into a vast pelt edged with a thin brushstroke of lime – the diminishing remains of some localised rainfall. Nameless mountains rise like rock-encrusted inselbergs ,vertically striated with black rocks that look like split seams. It is a scene of ancient grandeur, sculpted by millennia.
Southern Namibia is a place of awe, seemingly almost devoid of life. With an annual rainfall as low as 50mm, survival in the 25 000-hectare Sinclair Nature Reserve, located south of the Namib-Naukluft National Park, is testament to Darwinian lore. On a nature drive, we pass the occasional gnarled tree; warthog, tails aloft; a herd of oryx, startled into a gallop, raising clouds of pink dust in their wake. This only serves to highlight the luxury of returning to a glowing oasis, surrounded by cypresses and palms, where the aroma of Mariza Pampe’s roasting Muscovy duck, reared on the farm, greets us. This is Nooishof, so much more than a hospitality project, created by the Pampes with interior designer Heidrun Diekmann.
“Nooishof had to encapsulate Marc and Mariza’s intention: to share their connection to the environment,” says Heidrun. “It’s a place of healing that can root you in simple experiences – dawn walks; watching the extraordinary way in which Namibian light captures colour; being nourished by what has been picked from the garden that morning. Respect for what is propagated, for what has survived.” Heidrun, who has known Marc since they were students at Stellenbosch University, speaks with a lyrical intensity that is reflected in all her work. Here, an old farmhouse is reimagined as a retreat, with four spacious, beautifully appointed suites in cool whites and accent colours that pick up the delicate hues of the desert. Pathways across the lawn lead to the “Ouma House”, an open-plan homely space centred on the kitchen – “the heart; a place for Mariza to experiment and share her love of cooking and preserving, under an artwork by her late mother that we reprinted on canvas”. And running the length of it, another comfortably shaded stoep.
“The mountains to the east cycle through so many hues – all you need is a place to sit still and observe,” says Heidrun. “I took hundreds of photos of the landscape at different times of the day, and used these as reference points. Marc has a deep personal tie to Sinclair, a reverence for what past generations created under really tough circumstances, so it took some encouragement to move any plants or demolish anything. At Marc’s insistence, we kept the old farm-style water cooler, which now houses his collection of wine – but he allowed me to move the pool.”

Heidrun and the Pampes opened rooms up to vistas, with plenty of glass to provide a visual connection between the landscape and the interiors. “We wanted it to feel welcoming, warm, homely, filled with things collected over time. I love hunting for unique, time-worn pieces that thread the past into the future. Marc and Mariza have their own, very definite sense of style, so I constantly asked for their input. A sense of mutual trust made everything much easier.”
Come evening, Marc lights the outdoor fire and hands me a glass of wine – tonight, Thelema Sauvignon Blanc. The tamboti wood perfumes the air as flocks of pretty sandgrouse squabble over who sleeps where and why it’s time to go to bed. It’s another deliciously long sunset, the mountains deepening into purple against a dark indigo sky. Soon the full moon will rise, bathing the plains in ethereal light, and we will dine at the candlelit table. But for now, we gaze up, quietly content as the stars flicker on, the yip of a black-backed jackal silencing the sandgrouse. | nooishof.com
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