Uys Krige (whose related clansfolk had summered here from before his childhood) first brought Gregoire to Onrus(t) soon after WWII. The village would retain its picturesque, timeless character for 25 more years: gravel roads, smallholdings, few dwellings, two modest general dealers, a butchery, newly-built garage, post office, tiny school, the hotel, open campsite and gnarled old trees – milkwoods, rooikrans, gums and myrtle. This appeased the romantic in Gregoire, as did the ever-changing countenances of Groenberg and sea.