She was dragged up the sides of mountains and sailed in creaking ships across strange seas to places where an Englishman and woman were a rarity and where the natives either stared at them or threatened them.
Occasionally, when his wife compelled him, Peter Claye would sit down and write for the Royal Geographical Society of his journeys and the unusual things he had seen.
But, while he talked about writing a book, usually he was too busy living his life to the full to have the time to set it down on paper.
“I will do that when I am too old to put one foot in front of the other,” he would say, laughing.
Then they would go off again to some other place which Peter thought would be exciting and which he then wished to visit.
To Forella it was all a vast kaleidoscope of colour, new peopl
