Our mother took Irene and me to join our father in 1925 and we spent our first years at Muhoroni. We lived in an imported wood and iron house on stilts about a mile from Muhoroni station. I met my husband Duncan Wilson when he was a small baby. His father had remarried in 1923 and took his new bride to Songhor the same year we arrived in Muhoroni. Charlotte Wilson, after a year had a desire to see the 'shops' - they lived over by Twin Bridges at the foot of Nandi Hills, so the oxen were spanned and off they set very early one morning so as to be at Muhoroni to see the train come in. The Campbells were also down at the station; my mother said they could not possibly go back to Kipsewa or stay at the Dak bungalow, so they spent  a night or two with us, Duncan had not arrived on the scene by then, but he was to be the first boy in our lives. A lasting friendship was made between the two Scots families. In 1928 Irene and I were taken to UK to start our school years, and because of the recession then, we did not see our parents again until 1932. We lived with our maternal grandmother in Birmingham. We returned to Kenya and after a year of PNEU (Parent's National Education Union) with mother, we went as boarders to St. Andrew's Turi, and later to Nairobi.  (more)