Clarity

So, it has become clear where my malaise of last week came from, or rather, where it was heading. I now have a yucky fluey throat/sinus infection thingy. Must have been sickening for it because although I feel pretty terrible, I also kind of feel better now I have given in to it.

 

I cancelled my stint at the Arts and Crafts shop yesterday and I cancelled my upholstery class this morning and I am focussing my attention on nodding off with a cup of tea and a film.

In the mean time, I thought you might be interested in seeing the 'before' shots of my first reupholstering project.

A lovely, filthy old chair picked up from a friend's yard sale a few years ago. Currently deconstructed.

Off to put the kettle on again. Want one?

xx

Da-dum, da-dum

 On Friday evening we skipped our usual pool swim in favour of something a little more exciting.

 

We passed the beautiful RMS St Helena which had just arrived in port and headed out into the ocean.

You see, there was something rather special in the water.

Something rather large in the water.

Actually about 10 large somethings.

They were there to hoover up the ocean and in the process consume the thousands of fish eggs that are released at this time of year by the spawning fish.

They are whale sharks, the biggest fish in the sea.

Until recently, little was known of their wanderings across the ocean until a photo was taken in St Helena waters last year of one that was clearly pregnant. Now the wonderful people in the marine team have tagged one to see where she goes. You can follow her too!

They are completely harmless, and just ignore boats in the water.

They also ignore people in the water. So, (strictly following the guidelines (p20) so as not to distress them or us) in we got.

And this is what we saw...

They were each between 4 and 10 metres in length.

They are accompanied by pilot fish and sucker fish that travel the oceans with them.

The pattern of spots is unique to each individual and a whale shark register exists to track their movements round the world.

They are gentle giants, although it is hard to remember that when they get close.

Especially if they come straight towards you. (Freak out, moi?)

So, massive fish, ocean at least 1km deep, what do we do? Encourage the Smalls to go in too!

They wore life-jackets and J held on to them in a vice-like grip, but we couldn't let them miss out on this one. We were hugely proud of Tall Girl and Tiny Boy for giving it a go.

Big Trouble doesn't like the sea though, so he stayed on the boat with his wee pal and supervised the Skipper.

 

So, for scale, the boat is 10m long. So are the fish. 

 

(Thanks to J for the underwater camera work - just breathing was demanding enough for me!)
xx

Sharks Valley

Good afternoon!

 

Today I want to share a lovely walk. Last week J and I celebrated 11 years of marriage, and to mark the occasion J took a day off work so we could spend it together exploring a corner of St Helena that we had not been to before. As soon as the Smalls were safely in school we headed off to a little place called Silver Hill.

 

looking back to the centre of the island from the start of our walk

There are lots of great walks on St Helena, and many of the best are collected together in a book of 'post box walks'. There is a map and written instructions of each walk, and at the end of the walk is a 'post box' (usually a box in a hollow post) containing a note book and pen to sign to say you got there and a rubber stamp to mark your map or the walk book.

This is where we are going - down Sharks Valley

We have collected a few stamps but many of the walks are to far or two hard or two precipitous for the Smalls, so to get out on our own is a real treat.

It was a misty moisty morning, so we stood by the car applying sun cream in the rain. Not as mad as it sounds - the sun here (southern hemisphere and close to the equator) is very strong and it is not uncommon to burn through the clouds.

St Helena was showing off all the amazing variety of her landscape as we started along a wide path marked by cairns of stones.

We were heading down Sharks Valley to the sea on the south west coast of the island. It is thought that the name is a corruption of shirk's valley. It would be a good place to hide.

After about 45 minutes of walking through dry scrub and then semi-desert we were directed towards a very dark tunnel under some wild mango trees (sadly nothing to do with the edible sort).

In the tunnel we picked our way across a stream. There are very few streams that run year-round here, and this is one of them. We joined it not long after it emerged from the dry hillside and followed it right down to the sea.

It made a lovely background to hear the sound of the water as we walked.

we appear to have walked through the shire

 Near the stream was a ribbon of greenery in the bottom of a very dry, dusty and steep-sided valley.

We crossed the stream several times, and J had fun clearing any greenery that encroached on the path with his machete. (He referred to this as his sword throughout...)

We could hear water falls even when we didn't have a clear view of the stream, and some times we came across pools.



The pics above and below were taken from the same spot. All I did was turn around!



As well as the wild mango, there was what is known locally as yam, but taro over the rest of the world, and wild celery.

As we got nearer the coast the mist lifted and we could see our shadows.

swashbuckling...

The way-markers changed too.

The path sort of petered out at the end and we had to scramble down the rocks to the beach.

The stream arrived in a somewhat more stylish manner.

And here it is - the post box.

We stamped our map, my book of St H flora and the handle of the machete (sword) then went for an explore.

It clouded over again but the scenery was still impressive.

The sea on the south side of the island is often very rough and never safe.

the view back up the valley

 After exploring the rocky beach we returned to the stream to look for a good spot for lunch, and this is what we found...

An actual and real waterfall and pool combo fit for an actual tropical island. The only thing missing from central casting was the weather. It started to rain. Hard. We ate our sarnies sheltered by a rocky overhang.

It soon stopped, and although it was a bit chilly to take a dip, I did take my boots off and put my feet in the water. Very lovely it was too.

Then it was time for the return journey. To paraphrase Yazz: the only way was up. A long way up.

 

looking down on the pool from above

I stopped taking photos after a while as I got hotter and more out of breath. The last half hour or so were very hard work, and when we got to the top I could really have done with that pool to jump in! Instead we went to the shop and bought ice creams. Then it was time to head back and pick up the Smalls from school.

A lovely grown up day out.

xx