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Sunday, February 25, 2018

Cars in the Sun

First a car show of a different kind. This is the view when the drawbridge off the island goes up. Not quite Tower Bridge but we do have three of them. It's a common occurrence - usually to let some tiny sailing boat through on the intracoastal waterway - but the cause of much aggravation. It means you can never be quite sure how long it will take to get to an appointment. The other day we were stuck even after the bridge went down again as there had been some sort of accident on the other side. The woman in the queue in front of us started getting claustrophobic, exited her car and yelled at us all to reverse or  "We'll never get out!" So we did and it took a very long time, especially as the person behind us was a timid reverser. I sympathise with that.  And all that is even without the everyday traffic accidents during "Snowbird Season", an alarming combination of out-of-towners who get lost and people who shouldn't be driving in the first place. Every day holds a horror story of the driver who screeched across four lanes at the last minute right in front of us.


But back to a much more pleasurable car experience, the ubiquitous car show. Florida in dry season of course being the ideal place to show off your wheels. This was at the local classic car dealer's. I have mixed feelings about pickup trucks but would have taken this little Corvair home.


And of course, being Florida, here was a dressed-up golf cart.


 People wistfully wandering around inspecting engines.


 And wow! A Lotus Elan! And one of the real classics too. (With no insult intended to my little Elan S2 back in Blighty. That's Norfolk mustard too. )


This "Galloping Ghost" had some history, apparently.


And this one some nostalgia


Love the colour but wouldn't have dared try to park it.


There was lots of this sort of jokey stuff


Including bird nesting boxes (aka bird houses in American) made out of old number plates


 And this, for which no comment is necessary


They like their furry dice here too


Note the election bumper sticker..


 "I'm all shook up", he says. And he's yours for 699 dollars. Or Nearest Offer. (Or is that the price of the car?)


A 1935 Auburn Boattail Speedster. Yours for a snip.


And of course a cute Thunderbird


And a Batmobile

Note the poodle trim

Did she just give him the push?

 Fill it up for you Madam?  Except the Americans say "Fill it".


C'mon, let's get out on the open road!


Aw shucks, we'll have to wait for the bridge.

Alas the blog's Florida sojourn is nearly over. Departure for the frozen north is imminent.  Watch this space!

Monday, February 19, 2018

Foggy Dawn

The weather warning on Saturday predicted, "dense fog". There was none around our house but as I went south on my early morning jog, mist was enveloping the airport. 


A strange thing to see palm trees looming out of the fog


And a landscape more suited to the north - to autumn and ghosts and headless horsemen


I wonder how the alligators and bobcats that haunt the golf course like the fog? They are of course very much alive.


Mist surrounded the fishing pier too.


And against the moody pastels of the sea and sky there wasn't a pelican to be seen. Like the tiny planes at the airport, they had been grounded in the fog.


Until, as I turned northwards up the beach,  here they came


He wasn't bothered. Best stick close to the ground.


There were a couple of white egrets there too - a less familiar sight.  There must be rich pickings at the moment. 


The next day I was at the beach enjoying the sun when a man picnicking with his family caught what looked suspiciously like a baby shark. Everyone flocked around taking photos. It was about 18 inches long I'd say. Enough to give you a good nip on the ankles.   It didn't stop me going in for a swim though, the conditions are perfect now - just as we're leaving soon to go up north.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

A Hill in Florida



Yes, there really is a hill in Florida. We drove past it at the weekend. People come from far and wide to hike up it and relive the experience of using their climbing muscles and re-activate their distant memories of the North where the land isn't endlessly flat.  There was another hill we once encountered in Florida. It had a gentler slope than this and a resort at the top called "Alpine Chalet" or something like it. They have to make the most of what they can get. The one pictured above is called Celery Fields and is of course an artifical hill, In the winter there's a ski lift. All right, I made that last bit up.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Coyotes Rule

Dateline: Venice, Florida

Forget politics, the hot topic in these parts has fur (if it's lucky), four legs and a pointy nose. For the benefit of my British friends, coyotes are like a cross between a fox and a wolf. They are pronounced "k-eye-oh-tee", though I usually can't bring myself to say such a mouthful. In my head, I always say "coyotte".  The wily characters, like urban foxes in Britain, enjoy foraging from dustbins. They are also unfortunately partial to cats and small dogs. Since countless people around here possess miniature yappy dogs as substitute grandchildren (aka grandpuppies - very PD James), there have reportedly been incidents. Also reportedly there are streets on the island where dawn dog-walkers always carry big sticks. Sadly, some of the coyotes are mangy. Those who have lived here a long time are aware of the risk. Newcomers often are not. Hence the City Hall held a Coyote Forum, to educate people about what to do.  Star of the show was this handsome stuffed specimen. 


The gist of it was chiefly common sense - keep pets on a lead, don't put out food for the coyotes and so on. There was also a film on "hazing" coyotes, which basically means seeing them off the premises by shouting and making yourself look big. One thing you shouldn't do is run away, as they will enjoy chasing you. Coyotes, all the speakers emphasised, are here to stay. They only moved into Florida from the Wild West some 50 years ago and now they're in every county.


It was interesting that the speakers didn't invite questions afterwards - I think they were afraid that there would be a slanging match. (I have noticed that the hysteria in America over politics has filtered down to every aspect of life. People panic when they find someone challenging or disagreeing with them and can get aggressive, at least verbally). So different speakers manned desks at the back of the room and took questions in what was presumably a more controlled atmosphere. I observed one lady haranguing one of the speakers with a "So what are you going to do about it?" tone. The speaker suggested automatic sprinklers, pepper sprays and so on. No one dared mentioned guns - that would be illegal so near houses anyway. Personally I feel some sympathy for the coyotes, who are only doing what coyotes do, though I wish they'd get better at chasing the rabbits that are taking over my garden. But then I don't have a small pet.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

It's Pelican Circus!

As a Londoner, I'm fond of saying about heavy traffic, "It's like Piccadilly Circus here!"  Well I'll tell you, when I walked from the fishing pier to Golden Beach early the other morning it was Pelican Circus. I've never seen so many pelicans. As a child in London I used to go and see them in St James's Park and I thought that was exciting. Well nothing could prepare me for this.


 They were cavorting around


Hunting what was presumably a big shoal of fish


Poising


 And diving in left right and centre


with a splashy thud


 They are so ugly


But so funny


 And brilliant at skimming low over the water


like the Dambusters


 There goes another one


 and another two. I couldn't get enough of them.


 Funny too how there will often be a smaller seagull with them, trying to grab the fish
 

This one actually took off from the pelican's back


 He's seen it all before. 


Ah the wonders of nature. You never know what you're going to see on the beach.