I think it’s about time I sat down and wrote some thoughts about this book idea that’s been milling about in my head for years.
Some of you will have seen this unusual family heirloom in the form of a diary left behind by my grandfather, containing details of his life and tales of derring-do in East Africa. He lived there from 1929 to 1934, a period of white rule and supremacy which comes across in his writing. Nevertheless he formed some firm friendships with the locals, who helped him with the logistics of travel with his beloved Chevy, nicknamed ‘Agatha’.
I’ve decided to use this forum for an on going exploration of ideas and to make comparisons between our two experiences of this land to which we have both become attached, separated in time, as we are, by 75 years.