AUTHOR'S COMMENTARY ON "MORNING IN THE SUK"
by Eileen Berry

The sights, sounds, smells of that small market-place in the early morning bustle of activity that heralds a new day remind me of things that count. Here, in the northern Sudan, on the edge of the Sahara, daily life is totally shaped by the sun's movements. No one can escape the heat and obliterating glare of noon and this has a levelling effect. We all have to cope with the sun and sand, whether we came to the suk by camel, donkey or Land Rover. Shade and water are the basics. The aroma of baking bread and coffee being brewed are the luxuries.