Category Archives: Socks, spoons, stones and sunsets

Africa. Archaeology. Adventures. Misadventures. Romance. Joy. Fear. etc.

Bush fires, long spoons and lightning

Posted on April 6, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

The old Coca Cola chiller was a solid red beast of a thing. No see-through door on the side –  no door at all – just a lid on the top. It hadn’t worked for years, what with it being … Continue reading →

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Slacks, golf – and George

Posted on February 26, 2018 by memoirsofahusk

When, in 2004, we moved up north to Liverpool, we bought a house in complete ignorance of the district’s main attraction: ten minutes’ walk from our front door was a long, sandy beach. I knew the land came to an … Continue reading →

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The witch’s cauldron

Posted on February 21, 2017 by memoirsofahusk

Hubble bubble. Toil – and so much trouble. It’s been a while since I penned a post. Titles sit alphabetically festering in my file. Symbols, waiting to lead into eloquent cries of woe. Painful shrieks of angst. Or even, you … Continue reading →

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Africa, the first time. Passports are important things.

Posted on April 10, 2013 by memoirsofahusk

You learn a lot from travel, not always the obvious things about culture, diversity, language and stuff. My first trip to Africa taught me that you really should keep your passport up to date. Especially if you have ‘journalist’ as your … Continue reading →

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Douche bags, a Bluebell Girl & Tex hits the ground in London Town

Posted on October 17, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

Are you shocked? Are you British? Are you American? All these things I wonder as I type the term ‘douche bag’. It’s not a term I like. I’ve never used it. But Facebook keeps offering me a shopping bag boasting … Continue reading →

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Oh, sweet-heart! (and why you don’t need a cake tin to make a sponge cake)

Posted on October 6, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

I’ve thought a lot about the warthogs and I’ve reached a conclusion. They’re not going to stop me. I need out. I need to shop – no, don’t be sexist, not that kind of shopping, food shopping. I’m cooking for … Continue reading →

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Suzy’s cabin, a missed appointment & a little yellow pill

Posted on October 3, 2012 by memoirsofahusk

‘I’ve got a cabin on the game reserve – you can borrow it if you like.’ That’s Suzy speaking. She’s in Swaziland with the US Peace Corps and has the most amazing hair – long, naturally blonde, it falls nearly … Continue reading →

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