Lunchtime, and I found myself ambling down to Dunbar harbour as I chatted to a friend from Liskeard on the phone.
Whipped up by the Autumn winds, the North sea was venemously smashing waves over Meikel Spiker, Scart Rock and Lawrie’s Den; the spectacle of white breakers racing into the shore line, and then breaking over the sea wall along the harbour and front was awesome, – I speak as a Cornish man used to Atlantic breakers storming onto the cliffs around Polzeath, Port Issac and St Agnes.
I wondered the breakwater of Cromwell Harbour, as the froth and spray of the salty seas smashed up and over the red brick walls of the harbour. Soaked, invigorated and pleased, I snapped away, filmed, (though you never catch the true magic) and shared as if I were the first person ever to see such a site. It certainly shook off the morning daze of computer screens.
Looking from the storm, the boats in the harbour bobbed serenely as if nothing was happening, the two harbour layout of Dunbar repaying the effort of building the strong outer walls.
Spinning Wheels, All For Charity
For the evening, we were fortunate to have been invited to a charity, Make A Wish fundraiser in Dunbar. A chairty, which does wonderful work with children seriously or terminally ill, as it says on their website –
‘Over 60,000 children in the UK have been diagnosed with a critical condition, changing their lives and the lives of their families forever. For them, the joy of childhood is brought to an abrupt end, with treatment plans, hospital visits and sleepless nights taking over.
A wish revives a childhood stolen by critical illness. It brings light and joy to children and their loved ones and leaves a profound and lasting impact on all their lives.‘
We were more than happy to be involved in a fun way to raise money for such a great cause.
I am not a gambler, but the night was spent around a roulette wheel, playing with fake money, (purchased with real money, which went to the charity) and watching as my pile of chips slowly – unmethodically – got removed from the various squares of the table.
For me, it was a chance to watch the amazing speed and almost poetic movements of the croupier as he stacked, unstacked and dealt the chips – and then flicked the ball around the roulette as it span – ineveitablly to the wrong number, (for me) on the wheel.
As a family, Annabel’s sister enjoyed their catch up – as we three men – brother in laws, (to be) tested the local Belhaven ales – which I enjoyed richly.
