Mufulira and now Zambia, and the first priority was a car. A colleague took me to the garage and I saw an Opal that would fit our bill but what about down payment? Jimmy, the salesman asked me what my mine number was and when I told him, he said I could drive the car off for £5 deposit. When I looked incredulous, he explained that if I resigned, the mine would let him know and the cops would pick me up at the border. No problem. We bought furniture on the same basis and went to the club for a swim in the pool and a drink. I was at work when a man stopped my wife and asked if she was Mrs Dalton. It turned out we had been at university together and he was married with a daughter the same age as ours. We had been going to the dances in the club but found it got a bit rough later when the drink got a good grip and were relieved to find there was another side to colonial life. We moved to a more permanent home and our neighbours were Afrikaans. We couldn't have found better because the wife explained how to cook squash and what to do with avocado pears, which grew on trees there. It was a devilish hot time of year and we decided we needed a servant to get the housework done in the cooler morning hours and were given all kinds of advice on servants.
The picture shows the shops where my wife met my friend. I only wish it was n colour as it was baking hot near midday

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