The Beach

As time carries us inexorably on into the depths of a Scottish winter it's good to be able to warm my spirits by thinking back to the days when life was spent on this tropical beach - Nyali just to the north of Mombasa.

I struggle to believe that, once upon a time, we lived a few metres back from that beach, in a bungalow which faced out onto it, a place where we had servants to minister to our needs, where we wore little but a pair of shorts, where the day was spent either walking out across the rock pools of low tide or....

....fighting the waves of high tide while sitting in the inner tube of an old tyre. And even in the years when we lived on Mombasa island it was still easy to get back to the beach, either by borrowing my father's car for a day or by spending a few nights at one of the small hotels scattered along the beach, like....

....Whitesands where, in 1959, we seemed to have had almost the whole beach to ourselves.

This beach is now crowded both with the tourists who stay in the huge, modern, four-pools hotel which has replaced the simple, makuti-thatched building we knew, and with the hawkers and chancers and thieves who prey on them.

We were so, so fortunate; and I'm as fortunate to have the memories to warm me.

Many thanks to Tony C for the first picture

A Moving Rock

It's coming up to mid-winter and the weather here is behaving appropriately, alternating dangerously icy conditions with days of miserable rain. Today has been one of the latter, relatively warm but with almost unremitting rain and low, grey overcast.

We dressed accordingly in full waterproofs and walked through Dunrobin woods, returning by the shore path, where we saw the usual paucity of wildlife - a curlew, two redshanks, six cormorants, a small flock of about twenty rock doves, a few crows, a gull or two, including a black-backed gull, two pipets and....

....a moving rock.

There are moments in life when the brain cannot quite cope with what it is seeing - in this case, definitely a rock on the move down the beach, not twenty metres away; and it was only as the rock reached....

....the water that we could distinguish a pair of flippers at its back end.

We've never before seen a seal along this section of beach. We see them offshore, and there's a point about a mile beyond Dunrobin Castle where there can be half-a-dozen basking on rocks, but never on this section, perhaps in part because it is so frequented by dogs. It seemed perfectly all right, sliding into the sea and then surfacing a few metres offshore, as if looking back at us with some annoyance at being disturbed.

Boats - 2

Being brought up on the island of Mombasa meant that we were in constant contact with boats, both the indigenous working boats like the great Arab dhows which plied their trade between the coast of East Africa and the Persian Gulf, which used the Old Port on the eastern side of the island (above), and the modern ships which used....

....the Kilindini deep-water anchorage and wharves on the western side.

While I do not remember going aboard a dhow, the water taxis which took us across the Old Port to swim at the Swimming Club - one is visible on the left of this picture - passed close to them....

...and when we drove out to the beaches along the coast to the north and south of Mombasa, to the small, seaside hotels which catered both for locals like us and for people coming down from the interior for a holiday, we had to remember that, long before the hotels were built, the beaches were, and continued to be points from which....

....the ngalowas set out to pass through the reef to fish in the open ocean.

If the tide was right - which meant, very low - we used to hire one of the fishermen to take us out in his ngalowa to the reef, a mile or so offshore, where we explored the brilliantly coloured wildlife in the pools exposed at low water.

Winter Walking

While our new house doesn't have as varied a range of walks direct from its front door as our previous house, we really can't complain as there are miles of tracks through the woodlands behind us and, if we feel like walking far enough, access to the open moorland I so love. However, the trouble with walks at this time of year is that, wherever we go, these's a dearth of interesting wildlife. So, on this morning's walk, the only....

....fungi we saw was this chewed up specimen and a rather unremarkable species of white fungus growing on the ends of several cut pine logs; and on recent walks the only fungi we can add are....

....this rather convoluted specimen of what might be a chanterelle and a few....

....pats of witches' butter on the branches of one particular dead gorse bush.

So walking at this time of year - lay aside the problems we've had with recent ice and snow, when we've only been able to go out with the help of metal studs on our boots - lacks the usual wildlife interest though today's walk was brightened by the sighing of a red squirrel and, as if to cheer us on towards next summer....

...of half-a-dozen daisy flowers in full bloom on a mound of earth just beside the small ponds where the palmate newts live.

'Souvenir'

This photograph is a souvenir of a visit to HMS Victory at Portsmouth. I know it's mine because I've had it for years and years, but otherwise, as a 'souvenir', it's absolutely useless as I cannot remember ever visiting either Portsmouth or Victory.

The picture, mounted on thin board, is 4" across by 3" high. At the top there used to be a small metal loop enabling it to be hung on a wall.

On the back, amid the signs of travel and wear, it has a sticker which gives some details about the ship....

....and the information that the plaque was made by Gale & Polden, a firm of printers based, originally, in Chatham.

The Antiques Centre in York has a 'roundel' including this photograph of Victory for sale at £96 - link here - from which I learn that the picture must have been taken pre-1922 as this was the year when she was moved into dry dock.

So, is a souvenir that reminds me of nothing of any use or value? The answer is an emphatic 'No' but I couldn't part with it. Perhaps, on the other hand, it's there to remind me that, as I get older and the events of the past fade, I must get used to a growing number of souvenirs which remind me of.... nothing.

As if to hammer the point home, I now discover the I've already written a blog entry about this picture back in 2022.

Winter Sunrise

People locally have been remarking on the spectacular colours of recent sunrises and sunsets. With the sun now skirting the southern horizon we, in our house, looking southeast, can now sit comfortably indoors and watch both sunsets and sunrises - and as if to make a point, this morning's sunrise was even more colourful than earlier efforts.

These pictures were taken from our breakfast table over a 20-minute period this morning, looking out across the Moray Firth. That the process was so bloody is supposed to mean a shepherd's warning but the day has turned out cold, and damp, but fine.

So if it wasn't a warning to shepherds, then for whom was this sunrise a warning? Perhaps it was to all of us, for after breakfast I sat and read an article in the New Scientist which described the precipitate melting of the sea ice round Antarctica, so dire that a special conference had been called which met in Tasmania to discuss the implications of what appears, now, to be a runaway process.

Littleferry Birds

Today's was a beautifully still morning with occasional spells of sunshine, but cold, the temperature reluctant to rise above 2C so, for our daily exercise we drove out to Littleferry, spending some time looking out across the inner basin of Loch Fleet but finding very little in the way of wildlife - the ducks at bottom left of the picture are....

....widgeon, part of a small flock of about ten, which....

....didn't hang around once they spotted us.

A pair of red-breasted merganser were much less shy, though the male seemed rather more concerned about our proximity than the female.

In the outer basin of the loch very little moved, the main exceptions being....

....this lone oystercatcher working the seaweed and....

....a stately grey heron.

Once again we noticed the lack of birds. Even where a species was present, it was only there in small numbers.