David begins the story :-

In 2004 for the previous 3 years I had been a mountain / tour leader escorting groups of people on treks all over the world. May of that same year found me in Peru leading - 3 x 10 day trips back to back. But in-between groups on the only 3 days off I had, I was in Lima recovering from a severe stomach bug before airport duties.

Jennifer meanwhile had been working as an office manager in Westminster, London and was tired of the grindstone 9 to 5 existence of work and commuting daily from the outskirts of the City .  Her childhood days of messing around on boats and her love of the countryside seemed long gone and she urgently needed to reassess life. This soon led her to trekking for charity around the world an interest that would find her in 2004 heading for Machu Picchu, Peru raising money for Action Medical Research.

Back in Lima my recovery was imminent and ill health only a vague memory as matters soon developed at the airport. After 2 bored hours of waiting I stood in wonder as an Amazonian beauty crowned with a glorious head of long - perfectly straight champagne coloured flowing hair framing the most adoring cheekbones and gleaming white teeth walked towards me. Raquel Welch in cargo pants flashed into my mind. Better still this vision of beauty, pulchritude personified had a rucksack, sturdy trekking boots and was surrounded by other similarly clad people, bags and sacks dangling with Trekking luggage tags. Wow!! She was one of my new clients.

Feigning any sign of interest I swung in to leader mode and ushered everyone to the waiting buses. Discovering her name was Jennifer we did exchange smiles and the odd pleasantries but I remained professional and need not have worried about any of my feelings of attraction being obvious as Ms Williams appeared to have no interest in me whatsoever. Ah….. it could so easily have been another story of unrequited love but the disputed tale thereafter is best told over a glass of wine. Anyway a spark was ignited and soon after the trek we became inseparable and my recent proposal of marriage atop Mt Sinai should see us married in 2007.

Jennifer continues the story :-

Little did I realise all those years ago as a newly born child when my father rushed to the Registry Office to claim his choice of girl’s names, that the Celtic interpretation of ‘Jennifer ‘ would become synonymous with the name ‘White Wave’ and water would assume an all important part in my life.

White Wave the business came into its own about several months after we met when we established our similar likes and passions for nature, mountains, the sea and everything outdoors. Recycling materials left behind by Nature was a symbiotic theme which led to our creativity and with a hand full of necklaces to our name - originally as gifts to each other and friends - we were born.

And so our dreams entwined we have now embarked on a years exploration of the UK’s beautiful coastline in our all singing, all dancing Motor home - Kiboko! (Swahili for ‘Hippo’). We now attend craft fairs whenever possible, still hoping people will appreciate the natural, handcrafted items we have to offer.

Updates on Kiboko’s adventures can be found right here in our White Wave Journal every month with new photos in the gallery.

On this page are a selection of pictures taken in the Sahara and in China on a couple of our treks and in Pevensey Bay on our UK travels in Kiboko.