Memories!

It is a day of wet, foul weather in Newburgh on Ythan. Another day for a spot of wallowing in nostalgic memories of our days in the South Seas.

A newly scanned Kodachrome of two Fijian ladies  skilfully weaving a floor mat.

Sadly, like the photograph, our precious memories 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."