Munier and Mrs Grootbek took a drive in the country one weekend.
They went looking for olives and their search led them to Kloovenburg in Riebeeck Kasteel.
It’s a fabulous grape and olive farm.
But it doesn’t look like it when you enter the farmhouse, as the walls are adorned with Springbok rugby paraphernalia.
Old black and white photos of players in action, and faded groen en goud truie.
When Munier enquired at the shop, he learnt that the farm was owned by the Du Toit family.
The late Piet du Toit was a Bok back in the 50s and 60s and his grandson was none other than Pieter-Steph du Toit.
This was before the latter would play for the Stormers and later become a World Cup winner and World Rugby Player of the Year 2019.
Rugby and farming run deep in the family.
About 40km away at a vineyard in Wellington, another Bok legend had made his mark.
Schalk Burger, the son of former Bok Schalk Snr, would also become a WP and Stormers star, IRB Player of the Year 2004 and 2007 world champion with the Bokke.
Two of the finest players this country has ever produced.
Though their legends were seemingly written in the stars, their road to glory was nonetheless paved with extraordinary passion, hard work and dedication.
Now, why is Munier dredging up Springbok history today, you may ask.
Well, the story of Schalk and Pieter-Steph is in stark contrast to that of Makazole Mapimpi.
The nation’s attention was focused on the Bok winger this week in the rugby documentary Chasing the Sun.
The fifth and final episode recounted SA’s famous World Cup final match against England and the moment that would forever etch Mapimpi’s name in rugby folklore.
Commenting on the first try ever by a South African in a RWC final, late pundit Kaunda Ntunja said it was “scored by possibly the player that has come from the most hopeless situation in the history of Springbok rugby”.
You see, unlike his more distinguished teammates, the Sharks winger was born into poverty and raised by his grandmother in the rural Eastern Cape village of Tsholomnqa, where the prospect of a professional rugby career is a near-impossible dream.
The story of his unlikely rise to the top of world rugby is nothing short of a miracle.
Coach Rassie Erasmus broke down, and consequently had viewers in tears, as he recalled a conversation with Mapimpi.
“Do you know the story about the jerseys? On the back of our numbers, you had to have photos of family members,” Rassie said in the doccie.
“He (Mapimpi) only had photos of himself… because he didn’t have anybody else.
“And we said ‘Why are you doing this?’ and he says his brother died, his mom died, his father – he doesn’t have a photo.
“So he doesn’t play for one thing. He’s got a massive heart.”
It’s a remarkable, heartbreaking, inspiring story.
And it would never have come to pass had Rassie and other rugby bosses not given the youngster a chance.
There are many more Mapimpis waiting for their shot.
Don’t misunderstand, this is not a political lecture in transformation and quotas.
It is about giving a human being – rich or poor, black or white – an opportunity to realise their full potential in life.