Tag Archives: Ebola
New Brooms
On my morning walk two days after the last blog was posted, I came upon a team of ten people cleaning the beach. Seven women with brooms made out of twigs were sweeping the sparse litter into piles, which were … Continue reading
Truckulence
I can’t tell you how happy I am. For the last 6 months, I have had an ache in my heart every time I thought of the Big Green Truck sat lonely in the corner of Sean’s apartment block compound … Continue reading
Press Pause
I am in a very dark place. And I don’t mean Britain in midwinter. 19th January marked six months since we left Liberia. SIX MONTHS. If you remember, the kids and I originally flew out at 24 hours’ notice to … Continue reading
Global Warning
I have wrestled with this recalcitrant blog so many times, I’m beginning to feel bruised. So, apologies, but I’m just going to dump it on you voetstoots[1]. If I wait for inspiration to strike as to how to pull it … Continue reading
Minus Tide
I’ve been feeling all at sea recently. My head has been all over the place. Here are some fragments of some thoughts I’ve been wrestling with. * * * I miss the truck. * * * Since arriving in UK … Continue reading
Kernow Rocks
Now I know I said I wasn’t going to post as often, but this is just a quickie to correct any less-than-effervescent impressions evinced by my recent reflections about life in Sampson’s home town, the delightful village of St Newlyn … Continue reading
Night Terrors
Oh, to be in Noordhoek Now that’s August’s there, And whoever wakes in Noordhoek Sees, some morning, unaware, That the arum lilies along the brook Around the common are back, come look, A forest of fairy vuvuzelas, wow! In Noordhoek … Continue reading
From Monrovia With Love
Sampson’s Story (in his own words) There’s nothing quite like driving your family through 12 African countries to bring you together. We’ve been incredibly close for a whole year, literally: within 3 metres of each other at all times. We … Continue reading
Spitfire and Samphire
The celebrations continued for a couple of weeks. In my home town of Leamington Spa, the children made up for the last soggy month of convalescence in Côte d’Ivoire: balmy days spent meeting cousins for the first time, having picnics … Continue reading
Dolly’s Adventures in Wonderland
The rain was slashing down when we finally arrived in Monrovia on Thursday 17th July, a week after setting off from San Pédro. The journey was 1111 km but felt twice as long because of the grim section in the … Continue reading
Africa Clockwise 