Memories

Confined to barracks, waiting for a delivery from Amazon. An opportunity for a spot of wallowing in nostalgic memories of our days in Fiji in the South Seas.

A silver bowl (a retirement present) filled with shells that I collected from a Fijian beach. The golden cowrie at the centre is the star of the collection.


Sadly, our precious memories of our time in an Earthly paradise are inevitably fading; as June Knox Mawer so eloquently put it in her writings on the South Seas:


"With every day that passes the figures on the shorelines grow smaller. The smells of the land grow fainter too, woodsmoke and frangipani, the coconut oil and the hot moist green of the inland forest. The sound of drumming is dying away, the flood of singing voices, the haunting bass and treble of ocean and lagoon."


Extra. Meanwhile, the youngest Talpid is enjoying herself with her dad  in Marrakesh. The day started with basketball.  Jealous, moi?