@Peter. Thank you for clearing up the squeaky sand question. Would Alan Robson be the son of Frank Robson in turn son of Edward and Marion Robson who owned Robson's the chemist in Nairobi in the 50/60's if so we knew the family and swam in their pool at their home. Among all the happy memories of the beach are dry Sand on the face and you are so right endlessly having to remove seaweed from the swimming trunks, but it never seemed to matter - what did were the sea urchins !! I don't mean human ones. Robin.
I so wish I could swim again in that sea, I don't mind about getting a load of seaweed in my briefs!
@Robin, re squeaky sand - when walking from the direction of Turtle Bay as you hit the Blue Lagoon beach, the first approx 500m the dry sand squeaked as you trot on it as it's made up of tiny pieces of shell and coral. My host was Alan Robson and I'd guess you'd have also known Wynn Bentley who lived at No.1.
A clear blue SKY today, not many clouds!
More beach and less sky and sea would be so much better
Merry Christmas Malindi - peace and happiness for the coming year. Robin.
Very peaceful morning. I see a lone fisherman ahead of the sunrise. Beautiful.
@peter. I remember the warm balmy breeze blowing through my hair and the soft silky silver sand running through my toes with the acrid smell of drying seaweed in my nostrils as the azure blue Indian ocean lapped gently onto the beach. This was the last time together with boyhood friends before the reality of life sent us on different paths. The joys of youth were ending. The Driftwood Beach Club now stands on the exact spot I took the photos 57 years ago. Squeaky sand ? Remind me please. Robin.
@ Robin, yes the Blue Lagon is paradise, with Turtle Bay just around the corner! Remember the squeaky sand?
What a beautiful view! Wish it had sound.
Thank you !
Thank you for this !