I’m starting this letter while Eve is away in Kenya on yet another ILO assignment, having an interesting time among Masai, Somali and Lake Victoria communities, but pining for her Matumi paradise… I’ve come in from a barefoot mid-morning late summer walk all round the garden. It’s sunny but not hot, the lawn is new-mown everywhere. Trees, shrubs and beds are a leafy green, the hills and mountains all around, covered by natural montane bush, are in dappled shadow under clouds scudding through the blue. The pool is crystal – though the kingfisher who dives down from his perch in the sausage tree and skims the pool surface doesn’t like the modern salt chlorination system. Nor do the frogs. This weekend the top of Mount Carmel, opposite, will be one of the venues for the national paragliding championships. I’ll look up from the pool at them, floating round in the thermals like colourful insects… We often wake up to the sound of the Loerie or the bulbuls, look outside and wonder if we’v
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