A friend, Jill, suggested I post this photograph of my foot on my blog. Not quite the sort of photograph I’d normally p
ost of myself (or even have taken!). Despite being a very fine foot (not sure Teva would use it for advertising though!), it really is very, very dirty! It is an indication of just how dry and dusty it is here at the moment. Jill, another friend, MaryAnne, and 
I were away last weekend at a small lake next to Lake Naivasha. We had a great time relaxing and enjoying the plentiful wildlife that was right on our doorstep – hippo, gazelle, dikdik, impala, zebra, hartebeest, giraffe, bright pink flamingo, and many, many other species of birds. One of the striking things over the weekend was the number of dust devils that we saw, one of which was particularly dense and wide. I wouldn’t have liked to have been in its path. The other striking memory is of the amount of smoke, and sometimes flames, that we could see from bush fires. Everywhere is so, so dry. On our final m
orning we went in search of the main lake, and after walking for an hour or so along paths thick with dust (some of which was following in the wake of a herd of cattle being led to drink), eventually found it. Hence, the dirty foot (the other one was equally so!). Thankfully, the rains seem to have started now, though it’s going to take a lot of rain to provide all the water that’s desperately needed in this dry, dusty and parched land.
ost of myself (or even have taken!). Despite being a very fine foot (not sure Teva would use it for advertising though!), it really is very, very dirty! It is an indication of just how dry and dusty it is here at the moment. Jill, another friend, MaryAnne, and 
I were away last weekend at a small lake next to Lake Naivasha. We had a great time relaxing and enjoying the plentiful wildlife that was right on our doorstep – hippo, gazelle, dikdik, impala, zebra, hartebeest, giraffe, bright pink flamingo, and many, many other species of birds. One of the striking things over the weekend was the number of dust devils that we saw, one of which was particularly dense and wide. I wouldn’t have liked to have been in its path. The other striking memory is of the amount of smoke, and sometimes flames, that we could see from bush fires. Everywhere is so, so dry. On our final m
orning we went in search of the main lake, and after walking for an hour or so along paths thick with dust (some of which was following in the wake of a herd of cattle being led to drink), eventually found it. Hence, the dirty foot (the other one was equally so!). Thankfully, the rains seem to have started now, though it’s going to take a lot of rain to provide all the water that’s desperately needed in this dry, dusty and parched land.
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