And a new beginning.
The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things.
Well, I suspect I have spoken of shoes and ships, and cabbages and kings, but I am damned if I can think of any occasion when I discussed sealing wax. I mean, why would I?
Ok, like all evil colonialists over the centuries, I eventually pack up and leave this far flung corner of empire and return to Blighty. I suppose I could settle into the home counties and slowly transmogrify into the Blimpish figure of ‘Disgusted’ of Tunbridge Wells, boring my ever diminishing group of companions with stories of African adventures while gin ‘n tonicing myself into red nosed oblivion at the local Conservative club.
Is that me?
Well, yes, yes it is, but that to one side. After all, even after taking leave of the luscious forests and beautiful dusky maidens – even if no longer maidens after my acquaintance - of the Afric world for the pallid and and graceless charms of the modern day English, why should I abandon the work I love so well?
Therefore, I would like to announce I will be settling elsewhere, the home counties are not for me. I have accepted a position with the Zanzibar Gazette, and will henceforth be reporting on Counting Cats in Somerset, although this may be subject to change.
All my trademark convoluted sentences and five dollar words, used when the two bit variety would do very nicely thank you, will be there for your edification.
That Seer of Seers, Sage of Sages, Prognosticator of Prognosticators,
Punxsutawney Phil, oops, Ian B, has indicated an interest in becoming a gentleman from the Gazette, although whether as a staffer or a roving correspondent is yet to be settled.
It is with these words, and some small regret, I am handing over to my friend, NickM, full management of our station in Zanzibar, but I wish him and other Zanzibaran Kitty Kounters all the best, both now and in the future.