For the first time this contract, I actually went outside!
Port Stanley may not be much of a stop in most people’s books, but it’s one I try not to miss. It reminds me of things. Being as how it’s a British territory, it feels like home as in England, and being as how it’s a seaport it feels like home as in real home. It smells fresh and the air is clean and the food is yummy…
And oh yes, everywhere you look there are penguins.
Penguin socks, penguin shoes, scarves, even a penguin Pandora charm which I am kind of kicking myself for not getting because it was inexpensive and utterly adorable. Maybe if there’s a next time!
It was nice to finally get out. I have been very solitary and self contained so far this contract – in great part because of the heat. But getting out into the windswept little town today did me a world of good …even going so far as to get my appetite back. This is a very good thing.
Also, had the random discovery that Roast Chicken pringles actually taste surprisingly good, who knew?
On a more serious note than local potato crisps, I finally went into the Catherdral in Port Stanley, it seems to me that I should have been inside it before, but I don’t’ seem to recall doing so, though I’m sure if I checked my photograph archive I would find that I had a record that contradicts my memory. But I’m sure I would remember a church that has a scent that is so very much like an antique book shop. It was almost surreal, I found myself looking around as I walked in for shelves, because that what it seemed should be there, rows and rows and rows of ancient parchment waiting to be rediscovered. This is not the scent I have come to associate with cathedrals. Cathedrals smell of stone, of candlewax and human triumph, of wood polish and incense and a million other things, but they do not smell of books. Except this one. This one smelled of books. Which had the side effect of making me just want to curl up in a corner of a pew and read…
I’m not sure what the holy family might of thought of such an action though…