The July Ed’s Letter about a dhow experience brought back many memories for me. During the early 60s I ran an architects’ office in Aden, Yemen, planning the last of Britain’s military installations in the Aden Protectorate and adjoining countries.
The flat I lived in overlooked a dhow-building yard. It was incredibly interesting, and they built dhows of all sizes there.
In 1963 I visited the Wadi Beihan district to assist the community in building houses with and for blind people, then the biggest concentration of blind people in the world.
From the town of Nagoub, where I was based, I visited some of the Queen of Sheba’s ruins nearby, but was not permitted to go any further into Yemen.
On my return to Aden, a well-connected Arab friend of…