As we emerge from the pandemic, I’m going long on Dorpers
By Aidan Hartley
I live outdoors and rarely encounter another human, so perhaps my infection was the result of zoonosis
By Aidan Hartley
Unlike elsewhere, Kenya’s cities throng with life: crowded markets, gridlocked traffic, busy bars and shops
By Aidan Hartley
Following Mum’s death, I have been staying quietly at her home on the beach in a whirlpool of memories
By Aidan Hartley
She would live on mushrooms for a month, then put us up in the finest Parisian hotel
By Aidan Hartley
Like most parents we got to spend much more time with our children than we might otherwise have done
By Aidan Hartley
Looking at the parched lands of the disputed territory, it was as if two bald men were fighting over a comb
By Aidan Hartley
Out of an envelope fell an original poem scribbled and signed by Rudyard Kipling
By Aidan Hartley
The rich are in their country cottages tweeting about social distancing and playing videos of cats playing violins
By Aidan Hartley
Walking in the parks and squares, the scent of flowers was amplified by the clear air
By Aidan Hartley
Soon we will see individual swarms the size of London
By Aidan Hartley
What I respected about the people in Baidoa was that every famine victim who died was an individual
By Aidan Hartley
Pestilence heralds a time of dramatic change
By Aidan Hartley
A ball of orange flame exploded from the wing as the fuel ignited, enveloping the exterior of the plane
By Aidan Hartley
70-year-old Gary Hensman’s family have been there for a century. Now he and his wife have been driven from their farm
By Aidan Hartley
