Meeting in Kenya

In 1976, my partner and I left our jobs and embarked on the trip of a lifetime, travelling overland to Kenya, where he was born. We didn't really think we'd get that far as we had little money and anyway there were swingeing restrictions on the amount of currency that could be taken out of the country. However, after getting work in Libya for three months and finally travelling to Kenya from Juba, Sudan, in order to avoid Idi Amin's Uganda, we made it. My partner found work and on a rare Sunday evening off, we went for a meal at a "hunting" lodge near Thomson's Falls. In the bar afterwards, there was a small group of young English people, and we got talking. One of the women asked where we were from. Our home had been in a village which then comprised only 900 souls, so I cautiously said "Do you know Leeds? Near there". "Yes. Whereabouts?" said she. "Near Ilkley", said I. "Yes. Whereabouts?" said she. "A little place called Addingham." said I. "Oh", said she. "You know the antique shop on the main street? That's my Dad's"