

A nomad mother necessarily has a nomad baby: little Ro is seven months old, yes, and has finally gotten a bed! He’s been sleeping on the floor beside us in tent and boat and bedrooms so far, and thanks to ebay and the delights of settling down for a year is the now the proud owner of his very own white cot:
NB: In Samoa,
Just the other day I saw the same sort of thing for sale in the
Here is some kale, now in the headlights of the bulldozers, down the middle of what will be a path for the new beds. I had to take a photo – in my fancy they look like Egyptian fans for slave girls to wave over Cleopatra on a languid day…
…while feeding her grapes! They are delicious, sweet and slightly tart and taste like the deep colour purple, even if they are small and taken up by a lot of seed!