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Published: August 12th 2011
Friday 12th August
Have you noticed an absence of blogs from the South Atlantic recently? Well, I sometimes have to remind myself that this is a working trip and not a holiday. This week has been pretty full and has required most of my day time which rather got in the way of further adventures or excursions.
However, one thing I have managed to squeeze in a couple of times is an evening meal (much like a restaurant) but taken in someone’s home. The home is used as a place of business when groups book a meal. I thought that I might find it a little uncomfortable doing this but, of course, it’s absolutely fine. But, crikey, they do like to eat in quantity out here. Usually three main courses – but with the expectation that you will have some of each – usually a curry, a fish (Yahoo probably) and roast pork or beef – I have seen plenty of goats secured in small fields ready for business so, maybe Thursday dinner was a bit of nanny or billy.
This is my last full day on the island. The RMS arrived in harbour this morning with a resounding call from its horn. Well, how to fill this last day? I shall be visiting schools this morning to take some photo snaps and say farewells – rather sad, actually. Lunchtime will be taken up with a meeting with the Governor that was arranged at the last minute. How will I recognize him – will he be the one with the plumed hat. And, in this democratic age, what does one call the representative of the queen?
I will let you know how it goes when I write a brief final blog from the UK after a short stay on Ascension. Many years ago I applied for the headteacher job on the island. I never heard anything back, I can only assume that the application got lost in the post – I’ll have a look to see if the letter is lying around somewhere.
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David R Turner
David R Turner
Homeward bound
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