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Golden grass, glittering rock pools and sacrifice by Cathy Buckle

Monday 04 August 2014 Dear Family and Friends, Travel East of my home town on a Monday and it’s beer day. Travel West on a Tuesday and it’s their beer day. Hard to believe that this one simple event, using such primitive methods, still goes on in this modern world. A rusty, battered ox cart loaded high...

Millions, billions, trillions by Cathy Buckle

Dear Family and Friends, All week a spotted eagle owl has been hooting early in the afternoon in my garden, hours before the stunning caramel sunsets so typical of winter in Zimbabwe. The strangeness of the day time calling of the owl comes in the same week as the sad news of the latest casualty...

Bone tired and supping with whites by Cathy Buckle

Dear Family and Friends, A huddle of men in hats and dark jackets engaged in animated conversation in the wind and dust outside a run down local government office sent eyebrows up this week. They were all clutching bits of paper and there was much gesticulating and arm waving: it all told a lot about the...

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