Siren’s Song part 4 (final) Excerpt from ‘Voices’, collection of Seychelles’ short stories

Siren’s Song part 4 (final) Excerpt from ‘Voices’, collection of Seychelles’ short stories

  By the time I returned to D’arros, the pace of life had sped up considerably and it was decided we would need someone with basic medical knowledge on the island. I volunteered to go into training. Until then, the closest I had come to medical matters was swallowing panadol for a hangover, but a […]

Siren’s Song part 3

Siren’s Song part 3

There were a host of adjustments to be made and the first was to make friends with the mighty Indian Ocean, now only twenty meters from my doorstep. From one day to the next, that uninterrupted body of water, slipping away from the crystalline shallows into the secret depths beyond the reef, ruled my life […]

Siren’s song part 2 from Voices, Glynn Burridge’s collection of Seychelles’ short stories

Siren’s song part 2 from Voices, Glynn Burridge’s collection of Seychelles’ short stories

Foreigners were not popular any longer, being seen as agents of western decadence and many of their houses were targeted. What had been a trickle of my friends going out of the country now became a steady stream. Suddenly everyone seemed to be selling their household goods, saying goodbye to their friends, exchanging addresses. The […]

Siren’s Song – taken from ‘Voices’, Glynn Burridge’s selection of Seychelles’ short stories

Siren’s Song – taken from ‘Voices’, Glynn Burridge’s selection of Seychelles’ short stories

It was in the summer of 1977 that I first came to Seychelles on vacation from Iran, where my parents had made their home some seventeen years before. I shall not easily forget how, as a city-dweller, its wild beauty first assailed me and then,  later, sang to me, as might a siren to a […]

The birth of Kolony – An historical thriller of the Seychelles Islands

The birth of Kolony – An historical thriller of the Seychelles Islands

It all started early in 1991 with a trip to the Seychelles archives, at the time when they were still housed in a fittingly archaic building named La Bastille located just outside the capital, Victoria. I was still living on the outer islands back then and keen to start on a writing project which would […]

(A Pen) and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics (Final)

(A Pen) and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics (Final)

Seychelles can be a strange place like that. A population of 88,000 people living mostly on one island 18 x 5 miles and we either see each other all the time or not at all. I’m sure it’s all regulated by one of God’s algorithms for preserving sanity in a small island state and it […]

(A) Pen and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics part 3

(A) Pen and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics part 3

  Anyone wishing to test their endurance or general state of health should push a heavy motorbike along – not even up – a road and I quickly (re)-discovered that this odious task does not come without certain side benefits. To begin with, it’s a wonderful examination of your heart, because if your ticker, or […]

(A Pen) and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics part 2

(A Pen) and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics part 2

  So everything’s going pretty well as I hit the coast road, heading south towards Grand Anse. The neutral space is automatically clearing up one concern after another as I muse over the story of my historical thriller, Kolony, from a distance, quietly amused at how the process works. It’s taken me 13 years to […]

(A) Pen and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics

(A) Pen and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics

  Yes, yes..I hear you..the title’s a spoof on the bestseller of the ’70′s, ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Mechanics’..great book and an interesting exploration of values. My theme here is a lot less lofty because I just think there’s a link, somewhere, between (my) writing and owning and riding a motorcycle. And, if […]

Wings of butterlies: part 4

Wings of butterlies: part 4

Such quirks of destiny have never been better explained than by the delightful story, aptly named ‘ Death in Tehran, which goes like this: Once upon a time, a rich merchant was approached by his servant who was in a dreadful state, trembling and weeping inconsolably. Eventually, the servant spluttered the reason for his condition. […]