Tag: turtles

A Knight’s Tale (129: Waiting On Barbados Part Two)

Here is a selection from a swimming trip in the waters of Port St Charles harbour:

Turtle swimming 1
Turtle swimming 2
Louisa swimming with turtles 1
Louisa swimming with turtles 2
Louisa swimming with turtles 3

Louisa just had to join the turtles, like pebbles washed by tidal waters, the colours of their carapaces brightly contrasting with their natural element which reflected the skies above.

Louisa swimming with turtles 4

In this last picture, Jessica’s toes curl at top left.

On my ramblings around Barbados in May 2004, some of the local people, who called me ‘the white man who walks’, thought I wasn’t quite right in the head, especially as I had a tendency to set off around mid-day.

On one occasion this proved to be quite happy for the photographer in me when I was able to watch the sugar cane being harvested.

Sugar cane on lorry 5.04 1

It was the approach of this loaded lorry that alerted me to what was going on.

Sugar cane field 5.04

Here was the cane to be cut before collecting;

Sugar cane in containers 5.04

and, further on, containers loaded beside stripped fields.

Sugar cane harvest loading 5.04 1
Sugar cane harvest loading 5.04 2

Tractors were employed to load the vehicles;

Couple harvesting sugar cane 5.04

after which, were this elderly couple engaged in gleaning? I must say I felt for them labouring under the overhead sun.

Jean-François_Millet_-_Gleaners_-_Google_Art_Project_2

They put me in mind of Jean-Francois Millet’s painting ‘The Gleaners’, which caused such a stir at the Paris Salon in 1857.

Swimming With Turtles

Another day of violent rains and heavy winds has done for our self-assembly greenhouses. The new, stronger, ones have had their structure smashed. We have to rethink.

Today was far too sodden and blustery to do other than loose the ties that we thought might keep them in place, and lay the contraptions on the ground.

I did some ironing and some scanning of more colour slides from the Barbados trip of March 2004.

Here is a selection from a swimming trip in the waters of Port St Charles harbour:

Turtle swimming 1Turtle swimming 2

Louisa swimming with turtles 1

Louisa swimming with turtles 2

Louisa swimming with turtles 3

Louisa just had to join the turtles, like pebbles washed by tidal waters, the colours of their carapaces brightly contrasting with their natural element which reflected the skies above.

Louisa swimming with turtles 4

In this last picture, Jessica’s toes curl at top left.

Traditional Sunday lunch in our youth was always roast beef or lamb, with all the trimmings. This would be followed the next day by Monday pie. The left over meat was minced with the aid of a Spong, and cottage or shepherd’s pie, depending on whether beef or lamb had been on the menu, would be produced. These weekly traditions are no longer adhered to, so we can have roast lamb any day of the week, as we did yesterday. Tonight, however, Jackie produced Monday pie for our dinner. Not being in possession of a mixer, she chopped up the meat by hand. If you think that is impressive, you should see her chop a garlic.

This delicious variation on the pie theme was served with lightly steamed carrot batons, and sautéed spinach and leeks. Apple and raisin cake and custard was to follow. The Cook drank sparkling water, and I drank Old Crafty Hen ale.