The Torchlight Travel Blog

  Where I get to muse about my travels, such as they are....and write about some of the fun places I've visited, that you might want to visit, too. This page is a cornucopia of all I decide to add under the blog concept, in chronological order,but you will also find dedicated pages under the main blog button above.

  The primary Torchlight Travel Blog pieces you will find in the top right feed.

  Tales from the Treehouse is a concept I've been playing with while developing a travel diary with the editor of a Luxury Lifestyle and Travel Magazine I've been writing for, (as yet in development.) 

  You will also find excerpts from my book, Each Wind That Blows, and the "I Hadn't Really Lived Until..." is where I collect moments that mattered to me and others but maybe don't merit a full length story.What's yours? I want to know!(And you might win a book.)

September 1, 2018

Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows

I wake sometime in the night, haunted by the ghost of an old, torn up elephant, the ghost of my mother close on his heels. Oh, give it a rest, I moan, irritated, mentally swatting at the notion like one would a pestering fly. Give her a...

August 9, 2018

I got up close and personal with an elephant trunk...

 On a recent visit to the Elephant Cafe in Livingston, Zambia, I had the mind blowing experience of hanging out with three massive bull elephants named Bob, Dan and Matanda. Very keen on the snacks provided to us to...

July 26, 2018

I watched a kid being born. As in a goat, that is. 

 A goat I suggested be named Esmeralda. Why? Because I could. And because they wanted a name that started with an E, and that was the first thing that came to mind. Why? Because I'd recently met a very cool lady from D...

June 7, 2018

 TIA. This Is Africa. And much like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.

I had rather grander visions of the Source of the Zambezi, not this murky hole in the ground, half obscured by the root of a tree, and currently not showing much...

June 1, 2018

I watched the storm roll in over the Inyanga Mountains...

 ...of Northeastern Zimbabwe. The vivid green of moments before paled and retreated in the face of the oncoming storm, the roiling clouds and blustery winds. And when the rain finally sought us out, it brought wi...

May 17, 2018

Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows by Susannah Cord

Why is it, I wonder, as I let my hand run down Libra’s neck, not white but a rich coppery chestnut, why is it that anything looks better from the back of a horse? Why are our emotions greater, grander, why do we feel su...

May 16, 2018

A Cosy Sojourn in the Mountains of the Mist

High in the Bvumba Mountains of northeast Zimbabwe, snuggled in a fold of the lush and verdant hillside, hides a country inn full of the comforts of home and hotel alike. What started out as a cottage and country home in the 1...

May 6, 2018

Trip The Equestrian Light Fantastic on The Beaches of Mozambique

Africa, a continent rich in hidden gems, counts among them the intrepid Retzlaff family and their Mozambique Horse Safaris. If you like long walks on the beach under swaying palm trees by a sapphire sea…bu...

May 1, 2018

I lost a staring contest with a Hyrax.

 Also known as a rock rabbit, and get this - the closest living relative of the elephant. Who would have thought? I only know the guy aces the whole 'first to blink loses' game, because try as I might, I could not outstare the litt...

April 25, 2018

- An Excerpt from my memoir,  Each Wind That Blows

When I was but a wee little girl, a blue eyed towhead of some four or five years of age, I asked my mother what my father looked like.

This was a startling and discomfiting question for my mother, who immediately swung i...

April 13, 2018

Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows

We come out of the valley at a walk to find a horseman’s dream of a plain stretch out before us. Flat, open, grass clipped short by hungry teeth. It’s on our way and we mean to cross it. If I know Tristan at all by now, it will be at sp...

April 8, 2018

The silk of an immature corn cob caught my eye...

 Prettily beaded in morning dew, sparkling in the early morning light. And I marvelled at the beauty of something so simple, so unassuming, and wondered what else I missed of the beauty of Creation, day in, day out....

February 15, 2018

 A Word on the Impossible Charm and Pizzazz of the Pangolin

Dear Daniel, 

Never mind Vespas, I want a pangolin. Not nearly as practical but twice as cute. For yes, to my great surprise, something covered in scales can be every bit as cute as a fluffy kitten or a plump po...

February 11, 2018

I came upon the boy in the wheelbarrow...

...and was reminded of how simple it was to have fun when I was little. Except the little boy was very grumpy and clearly not having fun, so that ruined it for me a little. Brat. Did he not know how much fun he was having!!?


February 1, 2018

A Word on the Sound of Children Playing

Dear Daniel,

I just came in from coffee on our half finished deck overlooking the river. Lots of activity today, people wandering to the river from the nearby village to catch a canoe across and then wander off to the boma, probabl...

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