Life with cats, and other things…
After carefully selecting a rut in which there appeared to be no snake hole, I threw down my sleeping bag and backpack and joined the others for our tasty evening meal. It was something out of a pot. It tasted of curry but I couldn't say what it was. As darkness fell, I heard the … Continue reading Food for the wildlife
Young monks in Bhutan, c 1976 If you've followed my blog for even a short while, you have probably seen me refer to my pal Tim. Timothy Valentine Gibson, actually. (born 14 Feb after all) Tim and I met up when he took a job with South African Airways at JFK, after his sponsor airline … Continue reading Faces by Tim
After carefully selecting a rut in which there appeared to be no snake hole, I threw down my sleeping bag and backpack and joined the others for our tasty evening meal. It was something out of a pot. It tasted of curry but I couldn't say what it was. As darkness fell, I heard the … Continue reading Food for the wildlife