I was born in Pretoria, South Africa; I grew up here, went to school here, and once again find myself here (temporarily, I hope). When I was a child we … Continue reading →
After Sunday lunch, when there isn’t quite enough dessert to hit the spot there is only one thing to do! (And believe me it was a good dessert.)
This is an identical post (apart from this intro and the title) to the one I posted on Tuesday night. Based on that post’s title I am doing a little … Continue reading →
Zambezia Province. Mozambique. November 2002. Part one of this account is here; part two here. We travelled down the stinking-hot Shire River valley to the first little village we were … Continue reading →
Continued from yesterday Driving into Africa one experiences several things – amongst others, livestock, children and cyclists on the main roads … and potholes: roads so potholed that there seem … Continue reading →
The year was 2002, the place: Mozambique north of the Zambezi. I am completely African – I was born here, my parents were born here, even my grandparents had been … Continue reading →
Last night a whole glut of us attended a concert by our friend William Warren at the Atterbury Theatre in Pretoria. In searching for an image of him to use … Continue reading →
As I was scouring my photos for yesterday’s “Weekly Photo Challenge” from WordPress I came across a whole lot from when I lived in Annecy, France. The first time I … Continue reading →
While digging in an old kist in the garage I found this photograph from when I was at Eastern Suburbs Nursery School way way way back in the 1970s. As … Continue reading →
You may know me in the blogosphere as "madderinmada", "Rambling with a Cantankerous old mule" or "Vicissitudes of a Cantankerous old mule". But that's all changed and here I am living life from behind my camera lens.
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