Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Searching for water finding air
A warm wind blew mist and sea-spray all around us. Jelly fish abounded on the shore. My mouth was full of salty air. Tilly had a wonderful time fetching ball. I spread out my arms, put my head back and spun and spun and spun. I love spinning.
When I awoke this morning, even though it was, as it so often is with us, what I call a Pembrokeshire grey, I decided to go back down and check if the sea had reclaimed its gift.
The tinkling chimes of their shells told me before I saw them that they were still there.
As I was crouching down, engrossed in clicking away, I was joined by a young lady, (Jen), and her camera. She and her partner, Bru, were on holiday from the mountains of North Carolina, USA. They were hiking the en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pembrokeshire_Coast_Path, all 186 miles of it. They had not expected the cold weather we have here!! I was passing through North Carolina in the summer of 1986 and I remember we stopped at a roadside garage for petrol and followed the owner's example, standing in front of the open door of the freezers to cool down. It never gets that hot here!!
I loved the way these little beauties danced in slow motion ~ in and out of their delicate shells. I am hoping they will get taken back into the sea soon. The lifeguards had apparently tried to tow the tree with their quad bike, but it is so big and so water logged it was too heavy :~(
Dance of the Barnacles
A Windchime Necklace