Archive (7 life histories found)

The move to retirement was an easy one for me. I did not have to cope with the shock of breaking away from an employer or a job after 30 or 40 years of unbroken service. When retirement came, even if its arrival was slightly unexpected, I was down to…

We joined Mulanje Mountain Club and gradually explored parts of this great mountain. There were 7 or 8 recognised climbing paths. For a day trip we drove to the Likhubula gorge, and then did the two and a half hour climb to Chambe plateau. As we…

By September 1984 we had our bags packed and were on the road again. I had a number of promising interviews but offers of employment were slow in coming. At one stage the focus was on Western Samoa. When it was hammered by a storm a few months later…

My first month in Swaziland was spent in The Tavern Hotel in the capital Mbabane, in the company of 14 other expatriates, all on ODA contracts. We were all waiting for the Housing Department to come up with an offer of accommodation. One morning…

Mulanje Mountain, Malawi as seen from Mulanje golf course

Holiday times were greatly looked forward to but strangely little remains in my memory other than the tennis club, cycling around the place for no apparent reason and cricket on the lawn. Memory suggests a time of indolence.Cricket on the lawn was…

A photo of three of Peter's children, sporting shorts and knitted cardigans, playing golf in Letchworth.