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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...

Dipping Day: then and now by Cathy Buckle

Dear Family and Friends, Every week in summer and every fortnight in winter we used to round up the cattle and herd them over the road to a neighbouring farm. This was dipping day: hot, dusty, dirty work as over a hundred breeding cows and their calves, along with two temperamental bulls, forced their way...

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