Strandkjemming

No har det vore både springflo og kuling her eit par dagar. Det gjev gode dagar for strandkjemmarar som meg! Planen er å sanka nok rekved til å kunna laga kassar å planta grønnsaker i på altanen. Trur eg har nok til ein kasse snart, men må nok ha ein tur i stranda i morgon òg.

So fin kan overflata bli når ein brukar rekved! :) 

Eg legg ved dette nydelege diktet om strandkjemmaren, skrive av George Mackay Brown: 

Beachcomber

Monday I found a boot –
Rust and salt leather.
I gave it back to the sea, to dance in.

Tuesday a spar of timber worth thirty bob.
Next winter
It will be a chair, a coffin, a bed.

Wednesday a half can of Swedish spirits.
I tilted my head.
The shore was cold with mermaids and angels.

Thursday I got nothing, seaweed,
A whale bone,
Wet feet and a loud cough.

Friday I held a seaman’s skull,
Sand spilling from it
The way time is told on kirkyard stones.

Saturday a barrel of sodden oranges.
A Spanish ship
Was wrecked last month at The Kame.

Sunday, for fear of the elders,
I sit on my bum.
What’s heaven? A sea chest with a thousand gold coins. 

frå Fishermen with Ploughs (Hogarth Press, 1971)

Ha ein god dag! :)