The Colonel’s gardens. Epilogue.

Joy and sorrow. Birth and death. “The common lot of mankind”. Old Will would have said. Only a few months ago I wrote the story of a ceremony I’d witnessed as a child in Africa: the presentation to Society of the Colonel’s son. In the immediate years after Independence, the Colonel (whom I named Boubakar) and…

Reflections in a blogger’s eye **

I have a confession to make: when I started blogging a few years ago, I didn’t have the faintest. Not a bl..dy clue. I did not even really know that people blogged. A blogger? What on earth is that? Do you mean a blotter? That large absorbent paper one used to dry the ink on…