Ok as promised some photos to accompany the last entry, not the best photos, the weather has been grey and overcast which hasn’t leant itself to stunning photos, but it gives you a good idea of where we live. Hope you enjoy.
In direct contrast to workmen in the UK, these guys work all day, and rest half hour for lunch. Friendly banter preceded this shot and I hope to catch them in the pub one night!
Jamestown is simultaneously a bustling centre for shopping, services and work, and a restful place for sitting and chatting and passing the time of day.
The Sunsets from our house are already good. When we get a clear evening they will be spectacular.
The afore mentioned Post Office, a throw back to another era, and still a vital part of the Island. The post office also serves as the local car and driving licence and registration authority. Our car was registered as 4090, the 4090th car on the Island, the register of all vehicles is a hand written A4 book, held at the post office. Myself and a fellow ex-pat ran a short competition to find car number 1, we found it within two days, a Old Style Landrover!
The view from our small terrace. An amazing view over the South Atlantic Ocean.
Another view of our front “garden”. The weather has not been inductive to good sunsets, but I know when we get a clear night this will be incredible.
This is not superimposed. The image is taken through two lobes of the same cacti. One which has died revealing its intricate network of capillaries which help to store masses of water.
The Capital Jamestown as viewed from Half Tree Hollow. A fascinating town running along a narrow valley. The centre of life on the Island
This is a view from the top of Ladder Hill Road. An incredible steep, narrow road traversing up a cliff face linking Jamestown to its main suburb Half Tree Hollow. I love driving this road.
The house sits near an old (1828) house called Harlyn. Our address therefore is simply, Near Harlyn, Half Tree Hollow. There is no number, no name, no street, its just near Harlyn, as are at least another 15 houses near by. The postman just has to know where you live!!!
This is the view from the back of our house. A small church perched on top of a hill of Cacti
Two Years in the Atlantic. 
Fantastic blog and the workman nearest in the picture is my uncle. Brought a tear to my eye captured a great one of him. X
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Thats really lovely, Im so pleased. I won second prize in a local photography competition with that one so Im indebted to the four of them. Are you on St Helena? Thanks for getting in touch.
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It has been drawn to my attention since writing this entry that the postman does not in fact need an address, as there is no postman to deliver post to ones house! It seems letters, mail and parcels arrive somehow by magic at a convenient location where you will some how be made aware of it. I have no clue how this works, but it does!
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