Cathy Buckle: Crisis? What Crisis?

Crisis? What Crisis? 17th June 2022 Dear Family and Friends, Just before sunrise when the sky was yellow and apricot, a jackal ran out into the road, saw me, turned and ran back into the golden grass. It was a very cold winter morning and there was an icy wind with the temperature hovering around five degrees. The briefest of glimpses of the jackal took me instantly back to my childhood at boarding school when the nuns told us not to go out at night (to the boy’s school down the road) because there were rabid jackals out there. It…