Tuesday Travels

Ready to sit again?

This time, let’s rest awhile beside the sea,

Comfortable?

Comfortable?

breathe deeply, stretch that neck,

Stretch

Stretch

this way and that,

and remember,

Cave Rock and Scarborough Head seen from afar

Cave Rock and Scarborough HeadΒ  and Shag Rock seen from afar

we have travelled far, yet yearn to be where

“Cave Rock is made of toffee
And the sea of lemonade
And the little waitress wavelets
Are always on parade
When the cars roll down to Sumner
On a Sunday.
The ice-cream mountain on the blue
Is free for anyone,
And Scarborough Head looms solid
As a tearoom tuppeny bun….”

from For a Child by Denis Glover

With healing and love,

Gallivanta

Β© silkannthreades

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55 thoughts on “Tuesday Travels

  1. Clanmother

    I think seagulls are the most elegant of birds. I often wonder what they discuss when they sit in a row, there necks moving back and forth. And then when they fly – what a delight to watch. One of my good friend told me that on the day that he was going to ask the father of his soon-to-be wife permission to marry (this was a few decades back) a seagull’s droppings landed on his head as he walked to the meeting place. He couldn’t miss the appointed time, so he found a place to clean up the best he could. He said it turned out to be a good sign for they have been married for many years.

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    1. Gallivanta Post author

      Ah yes, seagulls are rather good at blessing us! Seagulls and all seabirds are wonderful to watch. One of the delights of my life was visiting the albatross colony down south, near the city of Dunedin. Now they are birds to watch in the air. Magnificent.

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    1. Gallivanta Post author

      You do some wonderful relaxing by the sea. πŸ™‚ Glover’s poem about Sumner holds so many memories for me. Whilst good poetry transcends time and place, it is lovely to have poetry which is about my place and my time (more or less).

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  2. kiwiskan

    …and you made it to the sea – one of my old childhood places. During the war Dad was in the home guard and they camped out in Cave Rock. Once upon a time it wasn’t so flooded by the tide…

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    1. Gallivanta Post author

      I did, I did. And do you know that was the first visit since the Sept 2010 earthquakes? It has taken me that long to get up enough gumption to trek out that way. I did get a little shock to see Shag Rock so depleted. That’s fascinating about your Dad camping out at Cave Rock. I have a photo of my dad and his father at Sumner in about 1927.

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        1. Gallivanta Post author

          Indeed. It was such a lovely place to walk. About 5 or 6 years ago, when my sister visited we walked the track in memory of our childhood walks. I am glad we did even though the climb gave me sore legs for a week!

  3. thecontentedcrafter

    Sumner was my favourite sea walk when I lived in Christchurch. I went back just before the quakes happened and got backed into by one of those super-duper 4×4 giants who didn’t see my little white car parked quietly by the wall……… sigh. The view you chose is perfect for this grey, cool, wettish Wednesday morning…….. For me the sea air is a vital part of my health. If I go too long without it I start to wilt. I wonder if we are all like that here, where we take it so for granted that the sea is close by. The Glover poem is another of his great ones – what a way he had of capturing us! Another inspiring post to start my day! I think this new regime of yours is most excellent πŸ™‚

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    1. Gallivanta Post author

      Some of the new walkway to Sumner is open. It looked very pleasing. Otherwise, the traffic going out there was mind-boggling and I was almost sure my little grey car would come to a sticky end…which is why I retreated to the relative quiet of the sea wall at Redcliffs….what is left of the seawall, that is. πŸ™‚ You have a beautiful coastline in Dunedin. Pulls the heartstrings. I think most of us here in NZ have the sea in our blood.

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  4. Heather in Arles

    Oh! It has been awhile since I have been able to stop by with everything that has been going on for me (I haven’t been reading anyone, I am embarrassed to admit). So this is the first time that I am seeing your new layout and I love it!! Just gorgeous, just like you. πŸ™‚

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  5. shoreacres

    Ah! Someone else had the same memories. “Big Rock Candy Mountain”, the song? 1928. It reached #1 on Billboard’s country charts in 1939, and was recorded by Burl Ives in 1949, which probably explains why it’s one of the first songs I remember my grandpa singing to me. (I was born in ’46.)

    Glover’s poem was first published in 1941.

    I wish I could find real rock candy again. It was such fun — pure pebbles of sugar, smooth and lined, in wonderful, rock-like colors.

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    1. Gallivanta Post author

      Thank you, Linda. Those are the most wonderful links. Interesting that Glover’s poem was published in 1941, the year he began his war service in England. I don’t know that I ever had rock candy. But I have certainly had toffee, lemonade and a tuppenny bun. Not all at once, mind you!

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      1. Steve Schwartzman

        I think the only two things I recognized in the article you linked to are both musical: Elgar’s “Cockaigne” and the inclusion of “Ego sum abbas Cucaniensis” in Carl Orff’s “Carmina Burana”. Lots of new stuff there.

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        1. Gallivanta Post author

          Because London (and particular Westminster) is likely to be feeling cock-a- hoop right now, I think I will reference Elgar’s Cockaigne here. It is appropriately boisterous.

  6. Tracy Rhynas

    I would very much like to rest there awhile! What lovely picturesque scenery – those cliffs are wonderful. I have been working from an office cabin at a mine in the Northern Cape (middle of nowhere!) the last couple of weeks, where the only view is of flat dusty bare earth – so such lovely virtual scenery is very welcome πŸ™‚

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  7. Mrs. P

    Love the poem and what a glorious place it would be, reminds me of a song…

    If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops
    Oh, what a rain it would be.
    I’d stand outside,
    with my mouth open wide.

    And it goes on like that.

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    1. Gallivanta Post author

      The view from the hills across the sea is superb, YC. However, the hills weren’t such a nice place to be when the earthquakes rumbled through. Rocks came tumbling down and all that 😦

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  8. KerryCan

    Oh, I love this! The poem makes me think of an American song, about a hobo’s view of paradise. Do you know “The Big Rock Candy Mountain”?

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
    You never change your socks
    And the little streams of alcohol
    Come trickling down the rocks
    There’s a lake of stew
    And of whiskey too
    You can paddle all around it
    In a big canoe
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
    http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/obrotherwhereartthou/inthebigrockcandymountains.htm

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