Sails

Pink, orange, yellow, and red: the sails stand out against the deep emerald green of the sea. This way and that, the sails move as the class of eight learn to wind surf. Squeals of laughter reach the shore. Walking along the promenade I stop to watch one swimsuit-clad student followed by another lose their…

Unexpected

She was in the pool again today. And once again, her movements puzzled me as to their form and purpose. Just like those times when you see a woman with an errant clothing tag jutting out from her blouse for all to see her dress size, or a skirt partially hitched to the elastic waistband…

Never Say Never

Oops! There I go. Just when I think I’ve got things sorted, I go and do the contrary. And I clearly remember saying: ‘I’m so not saying “I remember when…”. That’s ageing.’ So much for saying never. Walking by the seaside last week I observed a group of four guys and two young women gearing…

Own Tune

It is late autumn. The sky, periwinkle blue and the air, crisp and clear. Swept clean by the same brisk breeze whipping the sea surface into choppy white horses. Still, out of the breeze's direct path the sun radiates the full force of its warmth. Perhaps too much so. Thoughts turn to the rock pool.…

The Gift From New Zealand

Fast and furious. Wild. Soon the river is to be dammed.  Opportunities to ride its rollercoaster flow fewer and fewer. ‘Welcome aboard!’ I step from the jetty only to miss gaining a foothold.  Falling splat, the inflated craft cushions the impact.  My nostrils inhale the smell of rubber. From above, a decidedly bristly voice booms. …