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                     and  retiring  and  never  seen  to  leave  the  house.  The  story  went  that  he  had  been
                     involved  in  the  Dreyfus  case  in  Paris  and  had  fled  the  country  together  with  other

                     Dreyfus defenders.”


                     There is a most interesting sequel to this particular story. A book has been published by

                     Maria Wooten, an Irish writer living in Dublin. I have brought along my copy signed
                     by the writer and its title is “The Du Bedat Story, Killiney to Kommetjie”. Frank Du

                     Bedat, by 1889, was head of a family of successful Dublin stockbrokers and bankers. In
                     October 1890 he became president of the Dublin Stock Exchange and is described as

                     being influential, charming, and respected but also a rogue. In a scandal, which rocked
                     Dublin, he had fraudulently taken money from clients and, through extravagant living

                     and failed investments, had lost it all. On Christmas Eve 1890 he wrote letters to his

                     wife Rosie from London and promptly disappeared. Within days the family firm had
                     collapsed and he was struck off the list of members of the Dublin Stock Exchange. Six

                     months later he was arrested in Cape Town and sent back to Dublin where, after a one-

                     day trial, he was sentenced to 12 months hard labour and 7 years penal servitude. Maria
                     Wooton’s book continues the story of Frank Du Bedat’s early release in 1896, to his

                     later fraudulent escapades in South Africa, marriage to an actress half his age, and his
                     final years as a recluse in the South African wilderness, where he passed himself off as

                     a defender of Dreyfuss.


                     Maria Wooton tracked down his grave in the cemetery at Glencairn.


                     Back  to  Ann’s  own  story,  where  she  refers  to  “……the  worst  storm  in  my  memory

                     which occurred in May 1984. For one-and-a-half days the north-wester blew at more
                     than gale force and created a great deal of havoc. The sea was so high that it washed

                     right over the car park at the Kom, piling up mountains of kelp and wet sand. 17 of the
                     boats  at  Fisherman’s  Bay  were  wrecked  and  general  damage  was  considerable.

                     Sections of roofs, fences and gates were ripped off and most of the houses sustained

                     bad leaks.”
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