Thursday 8 March 2012: Last rays on a windy beach
A very 'medical' day. Accompanied the relative that I mentioned last week for her CT scan this morning. Rather strangely, there was a copy of Scottish Field in the waiting room which had an article in it about someone that I used to know in Scotland. He used to own an art gallery and now lives in a converted gunpowder store - the article featured photographs of him and his wife in their home, with a Jolomo hanging in one of the rooms!
Then it was quick whizz in the opposite direction to the Chiropractor for a follow-up adjustment. He has made a huge difference to my neck; I can now turn my head so much further round on each side - I feel rather like an owl when I compare it with how it was before! Two hours later I was back there with Immy, who has some issues with her back and had been begging me to take her for an ajustment.
Later on, we ventured down onto the beach in the last of the light - it was freezing, with a chilly wind blowing. At one point I lost sight of Immy and was photographing the driftwood tepee in the distance when I realised that there was something that looked like blonde hair fluttering inside it. On closer inspection, it turned out that she was huddled in there, trying to keep warm! The wind was whipping up the fine sand, which looked picturesque but wasn't actually very pleasant when one crouched down.
At that point I decided that we should turn back as I was getting very cold, too. There was a party of people on the beach with several young children - they had lit a fire and were drumming, obviously settling in for an evening barbecue/get together. Interestingly, Immy said that she thought it smelt like Kenya.
"What, the woodsmoke?" I asked.
"Yes, that smell reminds me of Kenya. When I remember places, it's by a smell and a colour."
"That's interesting..... what colour is Kenya?"
"Sort of dark orangey-red. And it smells of smoky fires."
It's now 11.30pm and I can still hear the sound of drumming which I presume is drifting up from the beach - I hope those children have been tucked up in warm beds somewhere!
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