Wednesday Quote

"A path led off into this stretch of bush, as paths will lead off in Africa, well-defined, tramped bare by passing feet, appearing like dusty veins when viewed from above. These paths knew where they were going, and would meander - never a straight line - turn and twist until they reached some human place, a collection of huts perhaps, a rough wooden stockade for cattle or goats, some place of gathering or labour. Or they would peter out, as if the people whose feet had made the path had suddenly remembered something and turned back, or had just forgotten why it was that they were walking that way and had had given up, handing the land back to nature." - from The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party, by Alexander McCall Smith