Not being able to remember things is one of the consequences of old age, in some cases beneficial, in others frustrating. After many years I cannot now remember how I first made contact with Fr John Dove, a Jesuit missionary in Zimbabwe, or whether he first got in touch with me.
At least I can remember why we had a link. When teaching at Stonyhurst (1958-9), Fr Dove had been a friend of my younger brother Rupert, then a pupil. Now, along with his fellow missionaries, he was struggling to cope with the poverty and chaos of Robert Mugabe’s Zimbabwe.
