I was walking along to the Hoedspruit Café minding my own business and trolling my WhatsApp when I suddenly had to take evasive action to stop walking into a table. At the table was a man fondly admiring a knife – not a penknife, not a run-of-the-mill piece of cutlery – a BIG knife. It looked like it had been painstakingly forged by some medieval craftsman – it was a beautiful piece of work, in fact a piece of art.