My one thought was to have another baby as soon as possible but it seemed I could not conceive. Jack was quite ill with typhoid  for a week or so but I did eventually conceive. Bearing in mind that Joan had also had typhoid, the authorities came and tested everyone on our premises and it was found that one of the gardeners was a carrier. During my pregnancy I worked in the local Airways office and kept going until very shortly before Joanna’s birth. It was a difficult birth as my waters broke a week before she was actually born. During  this time I stayed in hospital and they tried to induce the birth. However she finally arrived and I was so delighted to have a baby girl. Jack was much taken up with getting ready for a sailing trip to the Seychelles that he had planned for his local leave. A friend, Adrian Forsyth Thompson, was going to sail with him. Joanna had been due a while earlier and so everything seemed to be a rush. Adrian often came to the hospital to visit me instead of Jack. Years later I found out that Adrian was in fact in love with Jack! Jack never knew anything about this. Adrian was a lovely man, very gentle and humourous. He had his standards. Every evening he changed for dinner and sat out on his front lawn with palms all round and with the table set with a white cloth and candles and sipped wine before being served dinner by his suitably clad servant. I heard that he ended his life in South Africa where he had developed cancer and that he had married his nurse just before his death.

Jack and Adrian finally left on their trip to the Seychelles, their trip is all recorded in Jack’s log. My father was very proud of him and wrote it all up in the local newspaper I think. Meantime we had been posted again – this time to Tanga. My good friends in Zanzibar helped me with all the crating and packing up of the house. A lot of the time I sat on a crate breast feeding Jo while they packed. The three of us then flew to Eldoret to stay with Joan and Dad. When Jack returned from his sailing trip he brought  me a present of four baby giant Galapagos tortoises which had been given to him by the people of Aldabra Island as a parting present. They were an unwanted gift and a great nuisance aboard a sailing boat, but neither Jack nor Adrian had the heart to throw them overboard, so they ended up with us. I finally sold them to the Gerald Durrell Wildlife Sanctuary for endangered species on Jersey Island for £60 plus cost of airfreight. They had to be carefully padded around with foam in separate crates and they arrived safely and I think three of them survive to this day but I’ll have to check on that. One of my friends called on them about thirty years ago and reported that one had died of constipation! 

In Tanga we were given a lovely company house facing out to sea and across the little road there was small beach where we three, Graham, Joanna and I  spent many happy hours. I used to carry the little playpen down to the beach and set it up so that the waves would just wash in and around Jo and then recede out of reach. While Graham and I built sandcastles, Jo was endlessly amused with the flotsam that was deposited in her lap and then washed out again unless she grabbed it.