How Morocco's non-acceptance of health and safety promotes freedom...or! I am halfway through a holiday in Morocco and am lucky to have survived, lucky to be alive and I have Morocco to thank for the happiness. So, what do I mean about breaking out of health and safety? I guess I'd better hold my hand up and say that I'm not even a child of the 60s. I am a child of the 50s and December 1949 at that. We'd never of being careful-climbing trees, paddling in the brook and throwing stones at our rivals from the other cul de sac. If you throw in playing in the woods and coming home from the recreation ground in the dark I think that would sum up my life. But, everyone knows that we don't allow our children to do that any more and often for good reason but I have to say that it was nice to break free. Now, at first glance, it wasn't free of all control. In fact, when I landed at Rabat Airport the security made Heathrow look like a picnic outing on a Sunday mor...