The Richmond Circle
On a cold, blustery evening back in December, I was in the Vestry Hall, Richmond, London, helping a sweet old lady set out chairs. Every so often she stopped to wonder, ‘Where is… Continue reading
On a cold, blustery evening back in December, I was in the Vestry Hall, Richmond, London, helping a sweet old lady set out chairs. Every so often she stopped to wonder, ‘Where is… Continue reading
Sorting photos is tricky. Do you do it thematically? Chronologically? By location? Time and space being fairly constant during our Mayotte interval, I went for thematic, but the categories are fuzzy. For example… Continue reading
GD’s discussion of the Sikhote-Alin meteorite on the Writers’ Co-op got me thinking, in a roundabout sort of way, about naked torsos. Actually, his post isn’t about the whole meteorite, just a bit… Continue reading
So I’m back in Mayotte. Arrived a few days ago actually, but whereas I thought I’d be getting back to routine after the summer, things have in fact been hectic. At the end… Continue reading
It was a fairly quiet week in Mayotte. No strikes, riots or barricades, no visiting French politicians promising to stop the flow of boat people from Comoros, not even a luxury cruise ship… Continue reading
From where I was, buried in the sand, I couldn’t hear much. Just a few muffled voices. ‘She’s stuck,’ said one, and another replied, ‘She’ll die if she stays out here.’ Someone else… Continue reading
Number 25 in The A to Z of the Writer’s Affliction, part of the A to Z blogging challenge. I’m hardly an expert in perfume, but I fully understand why the ylang-ylang is… Continue reading
Rosine and Bacar of the madrassati (debaa group) Toyaria, pose in their salouvas. One thing leads to another… Way back last March, I wrote a post about Mayotte for Clara Wiggins, author of… Continue reading