A Bimble Around the Village
We Arrived at Donald’s at the appointed time of ten o’clock, the good man popped out of an impromptu meeting that had been called by his potential in-laws. His eldest son, in his early twenties lives in the village ‘over the hill’, he works as a water taxi man and has apparently fallen in love. The girlfriends family appeared this morning to ‘talk terms’. Much discussion about pigs, the odd cow and where a house should be built. Donald was clearly put out about the whole thing, but we said we would go off and explore and come back late morning. Off he went back to the powwow.
We bimbled down the track and waved as we went.
Each house we passed had the ladies smiling, the children played.
Ladies cooked on ‘the hob’.
A house making use of a donated tarpaulin, in all other ways very traditional.
This water butt was destroyed by Pam.
Yusef met us as we went in search of the old Presbyterian Church. He was so thrilled Bear had given him a litre two-stroke oil the afternoon before that he felt the need to tell me the story as if I had never met Bear before. I listened to his enthusing and then he offered himself as our guide. First, he proudly showed us the stone laid to mark the golden jubilee of the original church, disused for some time, but Cyclone Pam had a good go as well.
A sad sight, Yusef’s little one came too as I went for a look.
The memorial plaques each side of the altar looked in really good shape.
The roof. Time to go.
The newer church next door.
A humble place, loved the timepiece on the wall.
The wall clock and the bell tower.
Yusef bade us follow him. He pointed to his dad’s house that had been destroyed by Pam.
No matter the condition of the houses, the children played and things had a busy feel.
The outhouse and the animal enclosure.
Yusef was very proud of the wild pig that he had caught.
His piglets and his chicken.
We followed Yusef down a well-kept path and came to an impressive two storey building.
When finished, this will be the yacht club.
The kitchen, the toilet, the shower and the garden, all work in progress. After our tour we went back to the main room and found juices had been made my Yusef’s mum. She had us write in the Visitor’s Book and it was lovely to read through the messages written by so many crew we knew.
From one of the side windows we could see Beez Neez was about to have visitors. We watched as the canoe went up to her, sad we were not there to welcome them and then watched as it paddled back. Talking of back, we’d better get back to Donald. We said our farewells to Yusef and wished him well for the future.
ALL IN ALL SUCH A POSITIVE FEEL
GOOD TO SEE SUCH PRO-YACHTY PEOPLE