Twenty four hours later and dear ‘ole Bob is still out on duty. Very steep waves, lots of strong winds and therefore I have no desire to get him back in yet. While it is noisy and a tad unncomfortable being throttled by goodness-knows-how-many tonnes of crashing wave,while swinging on the anchor, I would need to row across the seastate towards the beach should I bring him in. And I fear a roly poly might ensue in such cirrcumstances. So, I’m waiting until it backs to have more East and less South in it’s bite. Meanwhile, Bob is doing a pretty good job at reducing the collateral to the North. And I am conducting some detailed studies of the back of my eyelids and listening to a spot of music. Not my favourite way to spend my time out here but it’s safer than being outside and it mens I have less ground to pull back to the South.
From tantalisingly close to the 60s,
S, D & Bob x x x
(and some monster waves, who also send their salty, excitable regards)
Now you have time to look at the back of the eyes, think on this courtesy of Scientific American on why eyes are at the front instead of the back of our heads!
Body parts that enable us to detect the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, temperature and tactile elements of our environment were crafted from available components of cells and tissues within existing forms of life, molding ancient and intermediate versions of sensory cells and organs—each elegant in its own right—like lumps of clay over aeons into the shape and form of our modern bodies. There have never been perfectly formed organs for sight or hearing—just versions that get the job done.
Although light-sensitive cells are likely to have appeared on different parts of early forms of life, selection seems to favor those that enable creatures to detect light in the direction they are headed rather than the direction from which they came”
ahah – so Sarah what then happens if you are rowing facing the way you came but in the direction of where you are aiming to get to? Will you be developing eyes in the back of your head?
Useful if you ever plan to go into teaching! Susie H.
Hello Sarah(Susie Hewson)
Such entertaining dialodge.Loved reading it.
Love you both.
Take care
Grandma Barb
Sarah: I attend a Unitarian Universalist Fellowship and I’ve been keeping my friends there apprised of your adventure during candle lighting. They are all very impressed.
This past weekend our local rowing club held the “Rural Henley Regatta”.
A seniors regatta. No fatalities were reported.
My friend Sara (her parents couldn’t afford the “h”) and I were talking and, She and her Guy, Phil, want to get a record player so they can put all their old vinyl on CDs. We started talking about all the old songs and comedy bits we would like to convert. This song by Shel (where the sidewalk ends)Silverstein, came to mind.
Oh, The Slithereedee
He crawled out of the sea,
He may catch all the others
But he won’t catch me.
No, you won’t catch me,
Old slitheree-dee,
You may catch all the others,
But you wo…. (insert slurping munching sounds)