Kwa Ugoro

On the way to Valeska, the road passes through the village Kwa Ugoro - that is if you pass through the Dolly Estate. There is a small market are on the back road of Usa River, beside a small bridge and the dirt road takes off from there. Through a coffee plantation which is shaded by some large Grevillea and Casuarina trees and beside an mfereje, irrigation channel, that went all the way down to Valeska and beyond. Past the big Mzambarau trees and the coffee plantation's workers quarters.
The owners of the coffee plantation were Greek and over the years we travelled through there, a son, we were told, built an new house and planted a new coffee plantation with the shading Grevillea a little further down the road, before the bridge that was the entrance to the Dolly Estate.
Subsequently with partners from Zimbabwe, they have bought the Dolly Estate, blocked access to the village populations, closed down the school - to be relocated - and set themselves up in a fashion that has taken advantage of a system that allows such things.
The awfulness of this is demonstrated when there was a severe drought and particularly the people in the Ngarenanyui and Valeska/Lostiti were desperate for water, these guys were spraying water on the road to keep the dust down!

The road through the Dolly Estate was interesting to me because it was an operational sisal plantation and we saw how the plants were grown and harvested. We passed by the factory area and where they hung the cleaned sisal out to dry.
Sisal is used in rope making and used to be used on ships, but nylon has taken its place, though it is on a comeback.
Just by the drying racks there was a wet crossing which was the mfereji and sometime it was much deeper than others, probably because someone upstream let more water through.

The road roughly followed the river [never really thought of a name before, I guess it was the Usa] and there were remnants of old indigenous forest and I used to collect seed from them from time to time.
Over the period we travelled through there [when the sisal plantation changed hands, the route we were encouraged to take changed] small farms became established. Maybe they were simply squatters or received their parcel of land through the ballot system that is used. Either way, I did not mind, but I supplied trees to them and over the years, we could see the difference. And the farms that were established were very productive.
The further you go from the mountain, the drier it becomes.

Eventually the winding, sometimes wet road reaches another wet crossing - that is somewhat tricky to negotiate - the road becomes a wide and stony like a hard pan or perhaps old beach and there are several tracks into the village of Kwa Ugoro.
The track we usually took was past the home of the woman we helped who had a child with malaria, and just past there was the area that became very wet at one time. We were ferrying a full load of cement to Valeska school and Loti thought the road looked solid - it wasn't and down we went! The only way out would have been to unload the cement so the vehicle was not bellied - but along came some youths. They would extract us for Tsh 10 000/- but Loti wanted to negotiate the price down. I thought it best to be out of there, so flashed the note and they had us out within half an hour.
There is a small vege stall just by the school and I was always surprised that there was no larger market there. You can bet there was, we just didn't it!

The school is set in a large area with yellow soils and always dry looking. The buildings, some made from local stone, are stained by the rain, splashing the soil up the walls and despite a few trees such as Mjohoro, Delonix and a species I did not know but possibly a Ficus, the yellow soil glares in the sun! Always it was hot when we visited there.
We found the teachers to be friendly and supportive of our environmental project but the outcomes from the planting was not as good as in other schools. The reason for this is probably down to the teachers because their roll is to motivate their charges; but water is some distance away and time collecting certainly was a factor.
We carried out extensive seminars and tree planting programmes over the years and the school was a recipient of the food aid we managed to provide.
During one planting season the older age group within the school took up to three trees to their home. This resulted in a few parent requesting more, which we were able to do.
Possibly the difference between the outcomes of Valeska and Kwa Ugoro [their conditions were similar] was that Valeska had materials to make tree shelters - shade because reflected heat.










The pupils of Kwa Ugoro prepare to receive a food allocation.










The kids happily with their food allocation.









The pupils gather to listen to my story.









Staff and prize winners - the guy in black became the Head Teacher at Valeska.










The prize winners - some of the trees did well by those who were motivated. The guy with the purple trousers was the Head Teacher at Valeska when we did the ground work for the school development and he can be credited with us going on with the project. Obviously for some reason he was demoted.









The Kwa Ugoro School Environmental Committee, elected by the pupils in a secret ballot. All but one are girls. They were a good bunch of kids.

Life in Africa 1

I have mainly posted items about my work and some aspects of what else was did in Tanzania.

From time to time I will add 'life in Africa' from my photo album and
some notes.










The dusty Sanawari road. Just up from the main Moshi - Nairobi road, we walked up this road for two years while we lived at Sanawari. Big E's bar was further up on the right and there was a shop that sold wild animal meat [zebra, eland]. To go into town we had to cross the main road and head down past Mt Meru Hospital and AICC complex. The crossing was often difficult and I used the term 'spaghetti junction'.
Just up above that old tree stump was the local fruit/vege market where we continued to purchase our needs through the years.











The Agency office was in the CEDAH complex almost beside spaghetti junction and opposite was this small shop and bar area. This area became a timber yard where I purchased materials for some of our building projects. The small fence in the middle of the pic is made from sisal stalks that have been split.
Sisal is harvest annually until it throws up a stalk and flower head, then the plant dies. It is either replaced or 'babies' at the base grow on.









Nai sits happily in our house sporting the tiki [on her waist] we had given her. Nai is the daughter of Big E and she was a delight to have around. Because we lived in the same house but in separate parts, Nai was not supposed to 'bother' us but we did not mind her about. She would be called by her mother but she would always leave her sandals [malapa] behind - a perfect excuse to return!
We kept loosely in contact when we left Sanawari and I attended her Confirmation. I hear she is a mother now.









Helena was Big E's housegirl, or should I say, Mama Baraka's. Here doing the family washing at the water tap that sat on the edge of our 'front lawn'. Helena was nice young woman who tried to make us speak Kiswahili because she said she knew no English. Big E had her sweep the Msisiwe leaves from the nursery each morning - sometimes an onerous task.









The house cow was kept at the back of our house on a zero grazing regime. Food is brought to the animal each day, rather than the animal graze outside. The Heifer Project recommends this type of husbandry but it needs to be very clean. This one stunk because of the quality of food provided -the excess went rotten and the effluent was not removed. I saw many really successful zero grazing units and some that fed bio-gas units.










Rural roads are either muddy or dusty, and because it is a dry climate, mainly they are dusty and that red dust finds its way through most vehicles. The Maruti had a canvas canopy that was ripped, so we became covered. One trip to Likamba saw us particularly covered - the dust was 30cm deep and the poor folk we passed as they walked around the village were bathed in in this fine, red/brown dust!













I used to keep bees and have always had an interest in them, and of course I was interested in the bees in Tanzania. I had considered that beekeeping could become part of my assignment but decided that it might be too complicated to do well. However I did make a study of bees there and encouraged some people.
This hive is traditional, but other traditional hives are made out of logs and hung in trees. There are new styles that have proved quite successful.
If you disturb them [take honey] bees abscond quite easily, but on the other hand they populate a new hive quite easily.
Samson used honey to make a strong brew and together with medicinal uses, brewing is a major use of honey - there is not much toast. Samson collected puffballs from old [very] pit latrines and used the spore to attract bees to an empty hive; also to quieten them. He warned not to breathe in the spores because they a hallucinogenic - I never tested that.










Termite are an essential part of nature by utilizing organic material and creating holes for rain to percolate into the soil. If only they did not disturb mankind! I admire the way they go about their work but they eat young trees and poles for buildings/fences. They ate the Pinex ceiling board in our house - leaving just the paint! A thin layer of paint.
Break parts of a termite mound, wet it and it can be used for very good mortar between bricks. When you do that, the soldier termites rattle in warning with pincers at the ready! They fiercely defend their home!
Sometimes, as beside our house, there is a need to kill off the mound so the queen is dug up and destroyed. Now if a queen bee is lost, they will breed another, I'm not sure if termites can do that.
We replaced the roof of Manyata Primary School because all the rafters and supporting timbers were eaten by termites!










I had no idea that I would be able to cross the Serengeti, but some of my duties took me there. I drove through Ngorongoro Conversation Area four times and had a pass to Tarangire National Park. As well my work was on the other side of the Arusha National Park, which was a free public road until for most of the time and then I had to negotiate access.
I did not take a flash camera [don't own one] so my photos were never quite as outstanding as others, but later I was able to get quite close to a lot of animals. Above is a cheetah.










Lions shelter in the shade of an Acacia tree, quite close to the road across the Serengeti plain.










On a trip to Mwanza we managed to witness the Wildebeest migration. An awesome sight and at times we had to give way to them on the road. Officially 'animals have the right of way' and we respected that.










There is a small area near the entrance of Arusha National Park, called Little Serengeti because often animals can be seen there - some locals took unsuspecting tourists there and took a fee for park entry which was not applicable.
There are no big cats in this park and people walk from Ngarenanyuki to Usa River, but they risk buffalo attack.










While we lived within sight of Mt Kilimanjaro, she did not lift her skirt of clouds very often and many of our photos of her are unconvincing. The mountain claims a few lives annually because it is the highest mountain in Africa and the peak lacks oxygen.
I never climbed it - too expensive for a volunteer, and not my priority, though I would have liked to see the flora.
We did visit the gate of the National Park and visited the home village of Machoia, a teacher we knew, which was on the slopes of the mountain.
Nearby there is an area where Maasai gatherings are held on a very large scale. These are traditional meetings and perhaps festivals, where no doubt the becomes a mixture of genes.

Useful Technology

It takes me a long time to compile my blog because broadband has not been rolled out in our area, so I must use dial-up running at 48 Kbps. Especially I have trouble uploading photos/pictures - it can take a long time!

Luckily I continue to correspond with friends in Tanzania by texting, a really useful tool, and the reply can take no longer than it would in/from New Zealand. The cost is no more than a local text.

I used to use an old handset phone in the old forestry days with a hand ringer, we were two short and two long rings! It was a party line and other could listen in to your conversation if they picked up their handset quietly enough.

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Education

I was recently asked if Vai has a good grasp of English.
Vai has been in New Zealand for seven years and her story will appear one of these days.

To answer the question about her her ability to speak English, I relate it first to my experience, because I spent seven years in Tanzania speaking Swahili.
A linguistic expert told me that you are fluent in a language if you can hold a conversation for two minutes. I was able to conduct an environmental seminar for two or three hours, talk to a mechanic about a vehicle, organize water projects, talk to builders to build schools or houses or water tanks, even negotiate prices from general shopping to large item building/plumbing materials.
But if I was to join a conversation about say, politics or web design; I would be inept. Learning a language you get used to the vocabulary used in your field and it takes a longer time to pick up other words.

The other thing is that the vowel sounds I am used to are different to those of Swahili. Swahili vowel sounds are the same as Maori and probably more languages use those sounds.
I remember very early on Joshia used the botanical name Grevillea robusta, a name that I knew well, but did not recognize it because of the different sound. This is accent and took me just a short while to become used to it.

Because I worked with rural government schools and helped (financially) several young people through secondary school, as well as coaching three Makumira Secondary School students, I do have some knowledge of education in Tanzania. I do not want to be disparaging but some of what I say here will be surprising to some.

First it is important to understand that with slight seasonal variation darkness settles in at 7:00pm and daylight 7:00am. Most rural Tanzanian homes do not have electricity and many cannot afford artificial light - candles and kerosene. This means kids are unable to read at night or do their school homework. This puts rural students at a severe disadvantage.

There has been a shortage of school teachers and 'pressure cooker' schemes put less well trained teachers into the workforce. The more remote areas are places less desirable to live, therefore more difficult to recruit quality teachers. And then the desirable areas are well endowed with teachers.
The example of Makumira Primary School, close to the Theological College - now University - where wives of lecturers become teachers. The Mratibu education coordinator of the area has the power of reporting on teachers and recommends which teachers should be moved to other schools. Some Mratibu become very well dressed and put on weight!

English is taught as a subject in primary schools and in secondary schools teach all subjects in English (except Kiswahili) which is why the pass rate is low and private schools have better outcomes.

Primary school teachers pass on poor English to students, the commonest is adding a vowel - i or e - to most nouns. In the class situation primary and secondary teachers write the lesson on the blackboard making errors in tabulation (copying from a text book) and the student then copy those errors and (because usually through time pressures) they make their own errors of tabulation. Oh and it often happens that students copy from other student's books, there are more errors of tabulation.
Upendo was struggling with Agriculture, so I translated her whole book back into Swahili! For me, the Agriculture subject is bread and butter so was easy, but her exercise book was so full of errors that makes it no surprise that students fail.

There is a national examination at the end of primary school - Std VII - the passing of which means a seat in a government secondary school. Students are asked to nominate their preferred school - some have better reputations than others and some are distant, have hostels and other benefits and cost some families a great amount of money!
Upendo had her identity (seat in secondary school) stolen, and some sell their seat to a richer person who does not want their seat for whatever reason.
Those failing are able to gain a place in a private school, with higher fees, and the more affluent are able to find a place in the very good private schools allowing lower passed students a place in the government schools.
In the past there have not been enough places in government schools for all the students who qualify, and the place is given to the higher achiever.
As time goes on, all of these things are improving because of funding injections from various sources.

Ntuwe Primary School

There is a dirt road that goes from the King'ori village market area way down to The Maasai market area at Kolila which is on the main at the junction of the road into the airport. Between the Maasai market area and the other part of the (Meru) Kolila is a gravel pit that the Japanese established for various roading projects.

I tried to buy some gravel off them at one stage. There was fairly strict security and it was a bit of negotiation to get through to speak to one of the Japanese supervisors. He could not speak English or Kiswahili and I could not speak Japanese so I resorted to drawing pictures on my pad that I wanted to buy three truckloads of gravel. He was prepared to sell it, but the price was way higher than I could purchase from my usual spot in Arusha. Actually I was trying to get them to donate it because it was for a school building project but they were not interested in helping out in that way.

Perhaps two thirds the way up the road from Kolila is Ntuwe Primary School. We were not looking for another school to work with because were were actually over committed with many other small projects going on as well as my basic assignment.
The reason we went there was in response to a request from the Bishop (the Hon.) to research the food shortage in the Meru area. I have written about this in an early blog World Food Shortage? dated 6/6/08.
I will repeat some of it here in a precis form:
A woman from the Christmas Parish in the Meru part of Kolila hung herself because she could not bear to watch her children starve. In response to this the Bishop asked me to carry out a survey to ascertain the level of hunger within the DME. He chose me because I travelled around the area more that anyone else at the time - and I could fund it easily within my assignment.
I had been used to doing random sampling in forests to gather data and I used the same technique to sample schools.
I drafted a questionnaire and interviewed 35 pupils from each school in an even range of age groups with every second pupil a different sex to the previous pupil and I interviewed them - with Loti on their own in the cab of my truck. I sampled 20 of the schools over the whole area I worked [at the time].
This was a distressing thing for me as it turned out. First I found that 20% of the pupils over the whole area were missing school either because they had not the energy to walk to school, or they were looking after siblings while their parents went to distant parts looking for food - begging or from relatives.
I was shocked that I did recognize that there was a problem as I had been around these schools and was totally oblivious of the problem. Some children were even collapsing in class!
As the kids sat with me in the truck, the ginger tint in their hair and the dry skin around their mouths is a give away. Otherwise, is was difficult to tell they were hungry - certainly they were not emancipated like those you see on television.
On the day of the interview, none had anything for breakfast. On average they ate once every three days, and that meal was most usually a banana mixed in warm water and the ration was half a glass. Some of the kids would go for five days without food!
All told me of the pain in their stomachs and there were many painful stories of their families.

If you understand the problem from the picture I have painted here, think of the problems in the current drought of East Africa - to become emancipated like that, conditions are just so bad.
Anyone experiencing what I had found would try to do something about the situation, and I tried hard. Tanzania breweries provided a tonne of maize starch which I immediately distributed but for political reasons the government would not acknowledge there was a food shortage other aid agencies would not or could not provide funds.
One aid agency actually used my report and their NZ branch gave NZD100 000 but our schools saw not a penny of that! In the end MFAT (NZ) gave me an emergency grant of NZD10 000.
With that money we provided food (maize and beans) to fourteen schools using a method Loti and I developed to avoid any misuse of those funds.
It has to be recognised that corruption easily creeps in when aid is provided and it is very difficult to stamp out. There is much to say about this - but I leave it there.

Of the fourteen schools to receive food, Ntuwe was one of them.

We were aware of the whispers when we were carrying out the interviews that this mzungu might be able to bring food. I was very careful to point out that I would try to find help. but that my mission was one of finding out the scope of the problem.
Ntuwe is on in the green belt on Mt Meru, and looking at the vegetation, my first thought was that there should be no hunger there. But the kids told their story and I could see for myself that indeed there was a problem.

One tonne of maize starch between fourteen schools is not much and some families tried to make ugali rather than uji, the thin thinner porridge, sometime without success because they were unfamiliar with such a fine flour but it gave each child the first solid food they had taken for some time.
There was then the delay of us finding funds to provide more food and meantime, I was searching for a way to utilize spent grain from the brewery. I had an almost endless supply of the stuff offered to me, but the human stomach does not have the enzymes to utilize it. I searched for ways to do this and failed.

I had been able to purchase maize and beans from Mama Lilian, who had become a friend and neighbor at Sanawari (she was a friend of Mama Baraka). Mama Lilian was a dealer in bulk maize and beans and as her contribution to our project, she delivered the free to our house at Makumira.
My nursery workers and Mags measured out the family packs of food for the next days deliveries and I ferried it out daily to the schools involved. This was a fair way of delivering the food and on site we had some considerable organization to do to hand out the packs.
Polygamy or even broken relationships is something we had to deal with in many villages, so what we did was ask the oldest child in each household to stand in a row, them all other children 'living behind the same door' line up behind them. This way the food was distributed evenly.
Now some of the teachers had children at school, and the fact was that teachers were paid monthly and able to buy food, so did not need the assistance. This was somewhat difficult to manage so their kids recieved the food. Then occasionally a teacher would decide that he/she should also receive food. Usually they too would receive a parcel.
In some villages there were elderly lone people and sometimes handicapped, if they turned up and requested food, they too were given a parcel.

We managed, with the help of the teaching staff to carry out the food deliveries in an orderly fashion and at Ntuwe Primary School the kids were very happy with their parcels.

We were the only agency to supply food in the area at that time and I guess the school wanted to somehow reciprocate by supporting our environmental project. Therefore they asked if we could carry out a seminar and planting programme.

This we did when we found some time and the planting programme was successful as was the distribution of trees to each pupil to take home and plant on their farm. Some of the kids took great pride in their trees.










Unloading the corn starch into out house where we packaged it for the schools.










The packing made a lot of dust and a mess in our house. Corn starch is very fine and powdery.










Nursery workers crowd our house to pack the food for delivery.










A food delivery to hungry kids.










Kids wait for us to arrive with food, in their lines.










We ran a competition for the best school school effort towards the environment as a millennium project and the Ntuwe pupils await news.










Head boy and girl recieve balls as a prize for the equal best in the millenium project.

Lendoiya and Leguruki No.2 Schools

There are two schools to mention as the road passes Nkoasenga, the Momella lakes and drops down into Olkung'wado.

As far as the timeline goes, these two came later, but in real terms our involvement was rather minor - thought we were greatly involved with Lendoiya [spelt also as Lendoiya] as we established a water project starting there and heading all the way to Ilkirimuni.

Leguruki No.2 Primary School, later to be named Noseiya was a brand new school that we notices as we irregularly passed by. One day a woman flagged us down and she was one of the enthusiastic teachers from Leguruki Primary School who had been appointed to this new school.
These new schools start off with school entrants - the youngest pupils, and this woman was an expert with young kids and would not go on to become Head Teacher.
The teachers main reason for stopping us was to source trees to landscape the new school, but she also wanted us to motivate the student - as young as they were - to care for the trees. And I agree that there is no age barrier to caring for trees.

We carried out one short seminar targeted at a very young audience and spent a day there planting in the holes the kids had prepared - some of the parent/committee were there as well.
Our followups did not include a prize-giving but we did call from time to time and saw that the trees were well cared for.

We would never have gone to Lendoiya Primary School because we did not know it existed, as it was tucked down the hill behind the church, which was visible from the road. Mch Nassari encouraged us to go there, no doubt encouraged by his parish members.
Actually, the school wanted three rolls of pipe to provide water to the school toilets, but that would also provide water to the church, as they could put another standpipe and tap there - probably the prime reason to call us there. But the usual theme put to me was that they wanted to plant trees, but they would not survive because there was no water.

I agreed to carry out a seminar at the school and a tree planting programme as well. I had become adept at bargaining for plumbing products around Arusha because this part of my assignment was to carry out water projects, so agreed to supply three rolls of pipe plus the fittings required; but only on condition that the school/church pre dig the trench/furrow.

By the time we carried out the environmental seminar, there was no trench dug, and I could not delay supplying the trees due to time constraints and because as this school was tagged on at the end of the season, I was running short of trees. I knew I could buy some, but the lack of the trench showed to me a lack of motivation.
I decided to supply a token amount of trees, warned the staff prior to our arrival, but still no holes had been dug. I left the trees and called back two weeks later to find that the trees had been planted but were dry. Still no trench had been dug.
It is often the case that people ask for a certain project, expecting the funds, but we never worked that way - it was necessary to carry out the work required on a community basis, materials supplied and signed for in front of many people and the placement supervised as well as possible.
After the appropriate approaches to the village leaders, the trench was dug and we fitted the
pipe - I was unable to supply more trees and the survivals were not up to my usual standard.

I have no pictures of Lendoiya Primary School and just the one at Leguruki No.2.










The first entrants to Leguruki No.2 Primary School.










The Momella lake where we tried to creep up close to see the flamingos - which was more difficult might be expected.

I Get Stitches

Amani had asked me if I would be her chauffeur on her wedding day, or in other words, have me drive our Landrover to ferry her and her bridesmaids to the church and then back to her parent's house for the wedding feast. Of course I wouldn’t refuse her because she was one of my nursery workers and her parents lived in the house closest to us across the creek. But for vehicle access we had to go right out to the main road to Kilala and up past the famous Dik Dik Lodge.

Amani's flower girls and helpers came over to clean the Landrover and to decorate it with purple Bougainvillea flowers. Cleaning vehicles is not recognised as a female task, but these young women did a good job. To keep it clean, I travelled slowly and I didn’t want to dislodge the flowers they had beautifully hung around the outside of the vehicle. We had a goat in the back, which was to our wedding gift and we had our visitors, who also had invited.

The wedding was a typical Meru wedding with singing and some dancing with everyone but the bridal couple looking joyful. Couples usually look forlorn to show that they are not happy about leaving home. But it was a good day and everything went well. We lined up with the gift-givers, and the gifts were large and small, cattle beast to a handful of coins. Our goat, Shishitoni, behaved well, and we had decorated him to look like a 1800’s tart!

The next day we were expecting Mama Riziki, another of our nursery workers, to bring her young daughter to visit us. We liked Mama Riziki and at that stage we had not met her young daughter. We employed her initially to bring us Grevillea seedlings because there was poor germination in the seed I had collected. She was a bright cookie and reliable in the nursery.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon and I ventured into the cool of the garage while we waited for Mama Riziki and little Riziki. I noticed dusty hand-marks all over the Landrover! This was because the decorating girls had oil on their hands. Fragrant oil or lotion is used by most, because the fine dust dries out the skin and everyone likes to have clean, shiny skin.  The oil had stuck to the paint surface and the dust from the road stuck to those invisible hand prints, leaving them plain to see. Absentmindedly I began to wipe them off. Wham! I fell across the inspection pit that the Landrover was parked over. The pit had a steel edge where safety boards were supposed to sit.

The steel edging opened a gash in my shin, and I could see the bone! I held the wound to stop the piece of meat flapping and to stop the bleeding! I hobbled, bent over compressing the wound to the backdoor steps, where I called Mags. She called back that Mama Riziki had just arrived and that that I should come to greet them. But the tone of my reply, that I needed her right now, brought them all running.

One of our guests, Malcolm, quickly produced a bottle of brandy from his kit, with the enthusiasm of youth he hoped it would help! But I suggested I might need to be alert because we didn’t know what medical help we could find on a Sunday. Mags drove us into Dr. Joyce's hospital! Our field rep Mama Mbembe, had met up with Dr. Joyce and his wife socially, and so all vols ended up going there. Apparently if asked, he couldn’t produce his credentials – but that’s another story. Being Sunday the hospital was closed, but his day-guard went to fetch him and he came out and took me into his surgery.

All of his sewing/surgical equipment had been sterilized and he kept them wrapped in cloth to keep the invasive dust off. He injected some painkiller into the wound and began scraping the oil-gunk and dirt from the bone. That painkiller stuff didn’t do much of a job there! Once he was satisfied that the wound was clean, he stitched it up using ten stitches. Ness, who had worked as a vet nurse came in from time to time to cast her professional eye over his work. She returned to the waiting room and told Mags she thought it to be a little uneven, and that her vet could make a neater job! However, his work was good and it healed well and now is not easy to see.

The next day I had work to do at Valeska village and school.  It is an arduous trip and the paracetamol worked for a time, but not all day. When it wore off at about lunch time, I could not operate the accelerator at all so Mags had to drive us home. Luckily I mended quickly! It could have been worse had I fallen head first into the pit. I might not have been found for some time!