Lot's Wife's Ponds

If you visit St Helena, you may do a postbox walk only once, if you are fortunate to do it more than once, you will find that with different weather patterns, the shades oscillate offering multiple profiles of the island. I’m a big fan of doing some things more than once.

You may also find that you come upon a Masked Booby who obstructs the path (although technically, we are the intruders and possession is 9/10ths of the law). As she extended herself upward in ‘don’t mess with me mode’, we immediately understood why. Two eggs lay underneath her warm, feathery buttresses. December is the start of the birthing season and apparently in January / February you’ll find lots of fluffy little additions to the flock.

In speaking to Kenicke Andrews of the National Trust, he said that there is a marked difference in noises between the male and female species. The females squawk repeatedly where the males honk only once or twice (ain’t that the truth). The temperament of the genders also differ with the females being quite dominant. This made me giggle…….whilst some may need and enjoy ‘bossy’ (SM included) I thought about my own periods of bossiness and what it achieved good and not so good. Kenicke was once bitten by a Booby (that just doesn’t sound right) and apparently, their serrated beaks are not to be tangled with. He still has the scars to prove it!

There is something wonderful about procreation. I have never had the painful misfortune to give birth, so I stand in awe of those who do. I bet mothers wish Eve had been a a little less cajoled by Satan. It is a huge responsibility. Animals can procreate and perhaps their influence on the earth is not so consequential. Humans on the other hand procreate and the little darling that pops out could either be a Mother Theresa or an Adolf Hitler. It’s scary! Nurture the child in the wrong way and other people pay a terrible price for it. Seriously though, if you’re a parent, keep an eye out for any Kim Jong-un traits. The world will thank you for it.

Surrounded by Masked Boobies

Part of the rock face had started to splinter into cube-like pieces of stone and the exchange of colours created a mosaic impression which made bold Turkish mosaic look a little too frivolous.

There is always time for a little bit of meditation along the way, especially when some of us were getting on as if the whole affair was against the clock. The sand is beautifully soft in places, I can’t seem to understand why we can’t get our finger out and transport some of this to the pools below, there must be some scientific reason not to but it would be a better seating compromise to the sharp, stony seating area poolside.  

It seemed like a good idea to try and climb the isolated thin cornerstone wall in the pool area (which by the way reminds me of the Flatiron building in New York) but on second thoughts……..

We tried to frighten Allegra with a dead crab but she wasn’t having any of it.

Pinch an Inch

Who would have thought that Henry was St Helena’s answer to Tom Daley. Just look at those muscular arms and the synchronistic footwork. “Carried out to perfection Mr Thorpe!” Andy – I’m sorry for the photo I posted of you swimming at Prosperous Bay Beach, where apparently you were likened to a slimy sea urchin that had been in the dark and perilous depths for too long, cruel people. Here’s a better one and aren’t you looking like ‘Fit Andy’!

It was lovely to have Urs Steiner from Switzerland with us, He joined us at Saint FM Community Radio (keep an eye out for the Podcast repeat on Saint FM’s website) to talk about his visits to the island, tourism and how Switzerland managed their recovery. I promised him that we wouldn’t mention banking…..

Certain picture opportunities require a strong stomach. With precarious drops on either side, I prayed that my less than adequate footwear would not slip on loose stone with no real emergency grip on standby. “Gawd, the things we do to show off”.

St Helena is a stunning place, for such a small piece of land it is magical. I am so glad that I can call ‘this rock’ home. I could have been born anywhere, yet, I was fortunate to be born here. Like every society, the island has it’s challenges. We must be honest about our challenges (whilst we put our best foot forward for visitors) if we are to manage expectations.

As a St Helenian, I am emotionally attached to the island, it is why I have loved the last year, because I knew, I was doing something which was greater than any one St Helenian. The cause is greater than any of us, regardless of who comes to visit / live on the island, what we do now matters to more than just ourselves and our bank accounts. If we ask, “what is the legacy”? Surely we can see that the legacy is to preserve the best of what this world has for all to enjoy?

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