We’ve had the wettest summer since I arrived in Livingstone four years ago. More rain fell in January than the whole of the green season last year.
A new year is a time of promise and hope.
Last month, with little warning, Chris bought an air ticket to Greece.
The Elephant Café, in which I am a partner and the Chef de Cuisine, is two months old today. Instead of writing about its story so far, I have chosen instead to compile a slideshow that illustrates it.
Our world, it seems, is descending down a refuse-filled vortex not unlike that after you’ve pulled the plug on dirty dishwater.