Memory Project: My Father’s Weights
On returning to South Africa from Rhodesia in 1963, my father found employment as a motor mechanic in the Simon's Town Naval Dockyard.
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The Sleep of Reason
"You know, two months ago I would have been incontinent with laughter at this buffoonery." Henry shook his head ruefully. "But I seem to be losing my sense of humour."
Injury at Sea
Another winter storm was attacking the island. Gordon, the radio operator, picked up a call from the Tristania. While passing close to Gough in a heavy sea, a crew member had fallen into the hold and broken his arm.
Memory Project: Rhodesian Houseboys
Every white family in Rhodesia could afford at least one houseboy and often a gardenboy as well.
Desert Island Discs
When I arrived on Gough Island in 1980, I had seven LPs in my luggage. In the Gough House living/dining room was a radio and a hi-fi turntable and speakers. Not having brought my own sound system with me, as had the others team members, I was obliged...
Religious Studies
It was soon after my testicles descended that I began to doubt the existence of God, and well before my voice broke, I became a convicted atheist.
A Dilettante’s Interest in Heraldry
When, in my late teens, I encountered the word 'dilettante' I assumed it to be mildly derogatory.
Memory Project: Caught in the Act
There were two travelling circuses that visited Gwelo. One was Boswell's and the other Wilkie's.
No Power, No Water
The township of Pearly Beach was established some 50 years ago.
Memory Project: Boys’ Brigade
My parents had survived the Second World War, in which unspeakable atrocities had been committed on a grand scale, and they were convinced that Good had triumphed over Evil.
Island Bread and Vetkoek
As Medic, I was responsible for the health of the entire population of the island. I did not let this weigh on me too heavily.
Memory Project: Pise de terre
My father must have taken this photo some time in 1958.