Rhodes dollars

There are police at the gates when I arrive, a line of shiny silver cars in front of me and a gaggle of people on the footpath. I presume it’s all for another event. Then there’s a policeman at my car window. He reads my invitation, smiles. “You can drive in just as soon as the gentleman in front of you gets a move on.” The gentleman seems a bit taken aback, too. Finally his car jerks into action and we crunch up the pale gravel drive at Government House,