JCAndrews

There was a cool breeze and I could hear nothing but the soft, rhythmic lull of the sea somewhere in the distance. Occasionally a dog would bark or a car would drive slowly past. It was so different to Monte Carlo and of course to London too. There was nothing here but a few apartments, a couple of chaotically parked cars and the ocean; that vast nothingness of water teeming with all kinds of hidden life, and the beyond it, somewhere in the distance, much further than my eyes could dare focus, was Africa. I remembered flying out to...