Evelyn told me about the day the wind stopped blowing in Shetland and all the people fell over. The craic was mighty! It was a welcome change to talk of something other than weather forecasts, broken wind generators and sea states. There was some Makkin, but mostly Yakkin.
Oyster Catchers meet to crack open their freshly caught mussels and sing their high pitched call before the sun peeks over the hill. The shore line is constantly changing with a double high tide and the low tide brings …
It was freezing so I went to put my flip flops on. They were gone, my very comfortable white Havainas had been stolen. My pink and beige Chatham deck shoes were gone too! Flip me, the only shoes I had were stolen. Now I definitely would have to get a pair of the pointy toed things.
It seemed I was not alone in my thoughts of shipwrecks! About 10 minutes after we lifted anchor, the rescue helicopter came on a low sweep overhead. I waved up in a saluting fashion as opposed to a frantic distressed wave, and off they went towards Arklow, only to come back again for another low pass. I could see their faces! I guess someone must have thought we were in trouble and called them.