Aidan Hartley

In the Great Depression my father settled on the Aberdares slopes with a clear river that cut through forested gorges full of rhino, buffalo and elephant

In his presence, I felt an incredible closeness

I found such comfort while doing my sun salutations badly

Martin, an American, says he’s glad his ancestors survived the ghastly journey across the Atlantic so that his family could return to Africa to do something worthwhile

Until last year, I found it increasingly difficult to find spectacle frames that paid tribute to the style I liked — Horn of Africa militia chic