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TALES FROM THE AFRICAN BUSH

Whilst on safari, I lost weight fairly quickly and it wasn't just to do with the heat. After enjoying a sundowner watching impala gambol happily in the bush, we would return to camp to find them on the dinner menu, which was just too hard to swallow. The only time I have ever been offered a gin and tonic for breakfast at 5.00a.m. was on safari and it was the only time I have ever refused one, sensibly realising I was getting enough quinine in my anti-malarial tablets.

Home is Where the Heart is

I'm biased when it comes to The Algarve.  It is my personal, European haven, the place I would like to spend more time.  It's not just a passing phase, I've been in love with the place for twenty-six years... and who can blame me?  I have waxed lyrical about it since I was blown away on my first visit.

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