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 →

Things I Miss

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 →

The discreet charm of tatty sleeves

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 →

Going, going, gone!

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 →

Merci, Mayotte Hebdo!

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 →

Off on a journey

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 →

Y is for ylang-ylang

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 →

Discovering the debaa

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 →