Friday 22nd November 2013
I arrived on the beach at 7 a.m. this morning after a 40 minute walk. I was happy to see the fruit and vegetable vendor as I was beginning to have withdrawal symptoms from plantains and pumpkin, and I know he has particularly luscious ones.
I made my purchases and threw in a paw-paw and some figs, (local small bananas). I was later to rue the spontaneous buys as my 40 minute walk back home is mostly uphill. I munched my way through a rather large golden apple to take my mind off the steepness of the hill, and the intense workout I’d just done.
My mind was also still full of the clarity of the sea and my delight at the sight of the slivers of silver light that flew out of the water, and in a blink of an eye disappeared into it again. They added their light to the crystal clear turquoise sea that bathed my body – and theirs.
I thought they were flying fish, but a couple of bathers said they’re called ‘Phrase’, (I didn’t ask the spelling, it could be ‘phrase’ or ‘fraze’) and that they were once plentiful. Intensive cleaning of the beach has disturbed their eggs to a level that there are only a few of them left.
There was another silver streak in the water called Jacks, which had a pointy face like a sea-horse. They swam close to us, the invading humans, but I felt welcomed rather than threatened.
If only we humans could be as welcoming to those who enter our space the world would be a much better place.
If you know the spelling of these delightful fish can you please let me know – or you may know them by another name.