On being barefoot

    Six of us - all only sometimes naughty children - crept out of the thatched holiday lodges in the middle of the game reserve before dawn while our respective parents were still sleeping. The planned great escape sprung into action as each one collected their fishing rods. There was muffled laughter at the... Continue Reading →

Shoes and mist

I have just done the rounds of the international TV news channels at the end of Christmas Day. In the process, I have been subjected to at least twenty similar, but different, definitions of what Christmas is all about, all of which gave me indigestion without eating anything. I'll cut to the chase, then. Christmas,... Continue Reading →

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