My good lady and best friend has been angling to go somewhere warm. These last few years I have taken her to the Arctic Circle in winter (minus 30 in Kirkenes), Lapland, the Inner Hebrides, the Outer Hebrides, the northwest and northeast of Scotland and various narrowboat voyages across middle England, renowned for its equatorial climate 😉 For penance I find myself in northern Spain, Comillas in Cantabria to be precise and very warm it is too.
A short slice of holiday life – a couple of hours after our arrival we walk down the steep track from the gîte to the town centre. Within a few hundred yards Pam finds a plastic driving licence lying on the ground and the strangest of things – it is mine, even though I have never passed this way before! A miracle say I. No says my beloved – that was the ‘angel of found things’ lending a helping hand, it was meant to be.
Of course if my fine lady hadn’t dropped it in the first place (on a wander looking for the gîte) and the ‘angel of careless hands’ hadn’t been asleep on the job, none of this would have been necessary – in the interests of a peaceful and serene existence, all of this goes unsaid. Maybe this explains everything:
From Iglesia de San Cristóbal we walked to the seafront and at the small port peer over the harbour wall to find a raging white water sea. I think I am going to like it here:
In the evening there are still stragglers on the beach, reluctant to let the long day close.
“In the reprieve at the end of the day, in the stillness of a summer evening, the world sheds its categories, the insistence of its future, and is suspended solely in the lilt of its desire.”
Barry Lopez, Arctic Dreams.
Yes, my thoughts are still fixated on the north 😉
Following on from the previous post, this is evidence that the beach was not entirely empty. It was a bitter March day with a stiff wind coming in off the sea – not a day for sunbathing but perfect for flying a kite. The beloved is exiting stage right – a Geordie girl, even she has had enough of the north east’s biting cold for one day:
(just experimenting with soundcloud – a tribute to Wilhelm Reich, it has some vague relevance to this day)
Utterly carefree, this young child is oblivious to everything around her. She was playing on the beach at Philpsburg, St Maarten where there is a constant rush of island ferries pulling in and out at the pier – not once did she turn her head to see what was happening outside her own world:
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Just a few days ago we were on the Isle of Muck; these two signs say much about the island. The first is unpretentious and needs fixing to its post but what matters is that the food should be good, and it is (the chocolate crunch is recommended). Their dog is obviously proud:
If you look closely at this second sign there is even a tongue in cheek hint at modernity, The Green Shed offering a 24×7 service. How is this achieved – simple, never lock the door and operate an honesty box. It says much that they not only trust their own but also the visitors; it seems unlikely that the crime rate is high on this or any of the other small islands.
Of course I am just using this Photo Challenge as an excuse to post pictures from this wonderful small island that we were privileged to see on the very best of days. I don’t know what I did to deserve this good fortune but it must have been in a previous life; nothing springs to mind from this one:
Perhaps I should not have tried black and white, it was such a technicolor day, but then I started Mucking 🙂 about and came up with these; just remember the sky is deep blue, the sands white and the grass a lush green:
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Travel theme: Beaches – between the Mersehead RSPB Reserve and the links at Southerness on the Solway Firth, the wide sands stretch to the far horizon and at low tide the sea all but disappears; this is a never-ending landscape under a never-ending sky. It is only from the beaches that the sheer scale of it all becomes apparent – how small, how fragile we are:
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