The Seychelles-based Burridge is, in reality, a writer and a legendary figure in these parts. He sports a trim goatee and a fugitive grin. The bespectacled author is also a tourism consultant and freelance copywriter. The compelling nature of his narrative imparts an aura of mystery to his persona and his tales.
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Relieved we didn’t complicate it in that way And kept a golden friendship anyway Free from the mundanities that fuel our strife And, all too often, become our Life * Whoever said “there are those we marry… and those we love” […]
Tehran’s Armenian Church of Saints Teddy and Bartholomew Finding Charles Scott (Sir Walter Scott’s son’s) obscure grave in Tehran, Iran, where he died of a fever in 1841. I grew up in Iran where I arrived in 1960 from the […]
Gazing back through Time’s veil to a distant life in my beloved Iran, I can still catch the sound of Dodi’s unique, irrepressible laughter, ringing through Saadabad’s beautiful gardens as eloquent testament to her infectious love of life and wonderful […]
Where extremism is concerned, I have long believed, from my time witnessing the Iranian revolution, that we are increasingly looking at an expression of violently-projected hopelessness on the part of the have-nots of the planet against the haves. Shrunken down to […]
The Lodge at World’s Edge By Glynn Burridge I first came to Bird Island in 1978, shortly after settling in Seychelles and, immediately, was captured by its astonishing beauty which has remained for me the benchmark against which I have […]
