Monthly Archives: April 2011

Five past midnight and I’m sitting in the door of the hut with only a candle sputtering behind me on the desk. A tumbler with a little Old Brown on standby against the creeping winter chill while I write this on my cell phone. Continue reading →

Winding down, preparing to go back to the City, I get time to ponder the future – when my broadband connection doesn’t keep me busy. Continue reading →

While there is something sublime about sitting in a plank cabin and sending actors’ auditions to Hollywood or the BBC via a Nokia mobile phone stuck to the wall, there are better ways… Continue reading →

11th April 2011 I can’t remember which Sixties pop group made “Monday Morning Coming Down” a hit, but it has been reverberating in my head all day. I wrote late into the night – not Pulitzer stuff, just catching up … Continue reading →

Outside, the moon has just lost it’s race with a bank of cloud in the West, the rest of the sky is still twinkling clear, and Windows media player is stupidly blinking “Unknown Artist” to Ofra Harnoy’s rendition of Vivaldi’s Cello Concertos. Three weeks after arriving, I’m finally back to something approaching the reasons I come to Boggy Pond… Continue reading →

Rendezvoused with my Area Manager his car on the rain-soaked Caledon main street at about 06h30 on Thursday morning, since he was passing through on his way to the next territory, centred around George. Farouk is a man who has … Continue reading →

A metaphor seeded by a moment of terror on the Akkedisberg Pass yesterday morning. A combination of corrugations and sand on a gentle bend nearly upset more than an apple cart. Youthful years getting to know the handling limits of my old Austin Cambridge, or criss-crossing the country in overloaded Documentary film panel vans paid off in a split second… Continue reading →