the white people seized on the slightest word , Nature took the lightest footfall , with fanatical seriousness . the English nurses discovered that they could not sit next a man at dinner and be agreeable - perhaps asking him , so as to slice up the boredom , to tell them all the story of his life - without his taking it for a great flirtation and turning up next day after breakfast for the love affair ; it was a place where there was never a breath of breeze except in the season of storms and where the curtains in the windows never moved in the breeze unless a storm was to follow . the English nurses were often advised to put in for transfers to another district . it &apos;s so much brighter in the north . towns , life . civilisation , shops . much cooler - you see , it &apos;s high up there in the north . the races . you would like it in the east - those orange planters . everything is greener , there &apos;s a huge valley . shooting . why did they send you nurses to this unhealthy spot ? you should go to a healthy spot . some of the nurses left Fort Beit . but those of us who were doing tropical diseases had to stay on , because our clinic , the largest in the colony , was also a research centre for tropical diseases . those of us who had to stay on used sometimes to say to each other , is n&apos;t it wonderful here ? heaps of servants . cheap drinks . birds , beasts , flowers . the place was not without its strange marvels . I never got used to its travel-film colours except in the dry season when the dust made everything real . the dust was thick in the great yard behind the clinic where the natives squatted and stood about , shouting or laughing - it came to the same thing - cooking and eating , while they awaited treatment , or the results of x-rays , or the results of an x-ray of a distant relative . they gave off a fierce smell and kicked up the dust . the sore eyes of the babies were always beset by flies , but the babies slept on regardless , slung on their mothers &apos; backs , and when they woke and cried the women suckled them . the poor whites of Fort Beit and its area had a reception room of their own inside the building , and here they ate the food they had brought , and lolled about in long silences , sometimes working up to a fight in a corner . the remainder of the society of Fort Beit did not visit the clinic . the remainder comprised the chemist , the clergyman , the veterinary surgeon , the police and their families . these enjoyed a social life of a small and remote quality , only coming into contact with the poor white small-farmers for business purposes . they were anxious to entertain the clinic staff who mostly spent its free time elsewhere - miles and miles away , driving at weekends to the capital , the north , or to one of the big dams on which it was possible to set up for a sailor . but sometimes the nurses and medical officers would , for a change , spend an evening in the village at the house of the chemist , the clergyman , the vet , or at the police quarters . into this society came Sonia Van der Merwe when her husband had been three years in prison . there was a certain slur attached to his sentence since it was generally felt he had gone too far in the heat of the moment , this sort of thing undermining the prestige of the colony at Whitehall . but nobody held the incident against Sonia . the main difficulty she had to face in her efforts towards the company of the vet , the chemist and the clergyman was the fact that she had never yet been in their company . the Van der Merwes &apos; farm lay a few miles outside Fort Beit . it was one of the few farms in the district , for this was an area which had only been developed for the mines , and these had lately closed down . the Van der Merwes had lived the makeshift , toiling lives of Afrikaans settlers who had trekked up from the union . I do not think it had ever before occurred to Sonia that her days could be spent otherwise than in rising and washing her face at the tub outside , baking bread , scrappily feeding her children , yelling at the natives , and retiring at night to her feather bed with Jannie . her only outings had been to the Dutch reformed gathering at Easter when the Afrikaans came in along the main street in their covered wagons and settled there for a week . it was not till the lawyer came to arrange some affair between the farm and the land bank that she learned she could actually handle the fortune her father had left her , for she had imagined that only the pound notes she kept stuffed in the stocking were of real spending worth ; her father in his time had never spent his money on visible things , but had invested it , and Sonia thought that money paid into the bank was a sort of tribute-money to the bank people which patriarchal farmers like her father were obliged to pay under the strict ethic of the Dutch reformed Church . she now understood her cash value , and felt fiercely against her husband for failing to reveal it to her . she wrote a letter to him , which was a difficult course . I saw the final draft , about which she called a conference of nurses from the clinic . we were wicked enough to let it go , but in fact I do n&apos;t think we gave it much thought . I recall that on this occasion we talked far into the night about her possibilities - her tennis court , her two bathrooms , her black-and-white bedroom - all of which were as yet only a glimmer at the end of a tunnel . in any case , I do not think we could have succeeded in changing her mind about the letter which subsequently enjoyed a few inches in the local press as part of Jannie &apos;s evidence . it was as follows : dear Jannie there is going to be some changes I found out what pa left is cash to spend I only got to sine my name do you think I like to go on like this work work work counting the mealies in the field by God like poor whites when did I get a dress you did not say a word that is your shame and you have landed in jale with your bad temper you shoud of amed at the legs . Mr Little came here to bring the papers to sine he said you get good cooking in jale the kids are well but Hannah got a bite but I will take them away from there now and send them to the convent and pay money . your loving wife , S Van der Merwe . there must have been many occasions on which I lay on my bed on summer afternoons in Worcestershire , because at that time I was convalescent . my schooldays had come to an end . my training as a radio-therapist was not to begin till the autumn . I do not know how many afternoons I lay on my bed listening to a litany of tennis noises from where my two brothers played on the court a little to the right below my window . sometimes , to tell me it was time to get up , my elder brother Richard would send a tennis ball through the open window . the net curtain would stir and part very suddenly and somewhere in the room the ball would thud and then roll . I always thought one day he would break the glass of the window , or that he would land the ball on my face or break something in the room , but he never did . perhaps my memory exaggerates the number of these occasions and really they only occurred once or twice . but I am sure the curtains must have moved in the breeze as I lay taking in the calls and the to and fro of tennis on those unconcerned afternoons , and I suppose the sight was a pleasurable one . that a slight movement of the curtains should be the sign of a summer breeze seems somewhere near to truth , for to me truth has airy properties with buoyant and lyrical effects ; and when anything drastic starts up from some light cause it only proves to me that something false has got into the world . I do not actually remember the curtains of my room being touched by the summer wind although I am sure they were ; whenever I try to bring to mind this detail of the afternoon sensations it disappears , and I have knowledge of the image only as one who has swallowed some fruit of the tree of knowledge - its memory is usurped by the window of Mrs Van der Merwe &apos;s house and by the curtains disturbed , in the rainy season , by a trifling wind , unreasonably meaning a storm . sometimes , on those restful afternoons , I was anxious . there was some doubt about my acceptance for training as a radio-therapist because of my interrupted schooling . one day the letter of acceptance came by the late post . I read the letter with relief and delight , and at that same moment decided to turn down the offer . it was enough that I had received it . I am given to this sort of thing , and the reason that I am drawn to moderate and tranquil motives is that I lack them . I decided instead to become a hospital nurse and later to follow my brother Richard , who was then a medical student , to Africa , and specialise , with him , in tropical diseases . it was about a year after my arrival at Fort Beit that I came across Sonji Van der Merwe and , together with the other nurses , read the letter which was about to be sent to her husband four hundred miles away in the colony &apos;s prison . she posted the letter ritualistically the next afternoon , putting on her church-going gloves to do so . she did not expect , nor did she receive , a reply . three weeks later she started calling herself Sonia . our visits to the farm began to take the place of evenings spent at the vet &apos;s , the chemist &apos;s and the clergyman &apos;s , to whose society Sonia now had good hopes of access . and every time we turned up something new had taken place . Sonia knew , or discovered as if by bush-telegraph , where to begin . she did not yet know how to travel by train and would have been afraid to make any excursion by herself far from the area , but through one nurse or another she obtained furnishings from the union , catalogues , books about interior decoration and fashion magazines . travel-stained furniture vans began to arrive at her bidding and our instigation . her first move , however , was to join the Church of England , abandoning the Dutch reformed persuasion of her forefathers ; we had to hand it to her that she had thought this up for herself . we egged her on from week to week . we taught her how not to be mean with her drinks , for she had ordered an exotic supply . at first she had locked the bottles in the pantry and poured them into glasses in the kitchen and watered them before getting the house boy to serve them to her guests . we stopped all that . a contractor already had the extensions to the house in hand , and the rooms were being decorated and furnished one by one . it was I who had told her to have two bathrooms , not merely one , installed . she took time getting used to the indoor lavatories and we had to keep reminding her to pull the chain . one of us brought back from the capital a book of etiquette which was twenty-eight years old but which she read assiduously , following the words with her forefinger . I think it was I who had suggested the black-and-white bedroom , being a bit drunk at the time , and now it was a wonder to see it taking shape ; it was done within a month - she had managed to obtain black wallpaper , and to put it up , although wallpaper was a thing unheard of in the colony and she was warned by everyone that it would never stick to the walls . 