Today a surprise visit from friends Norman and Althea brought back memories of the time they used live in Whiting Bay and the astonishing fact that it is 20 years since they left and moved back to Morayshire. We’ve kept in touch and thankfully exchanged visits when I was able to visit Findhorn a few times and a wonderful trip to Pluscarden Abbey, still a working monastery. Plus the bonus of driving up to Lochranza, catching the Claonaig ferry and then driving via Oban up the Great Glen, stopping off at Fort Augustus to watch the boats manouevering the locks on the Caledonian Canal and arriving to a welcome at Roseisle where our friends live now.
Today was about reliving those times and choosing our favourite Whiting Bay memory. When our kids Jenny, Kirsty and Simon were pupils at Whiting Bay School, Althea and I were both at work and child minding was an issue. Many thanks are due to Kate at the Coffee Pot, just where the school bus stopped. The kids arrived there fifteen minutes before their harassed parents and were served carrot cake while they waited for their Mums, who were then served carrot cake and cappuchinos and an afterschool tradition was born.
The Coffee Pot is still in the same place, and though all the rest of us have moved away from that neighbourhood, those times live on in our memories, especially Kate’s Carrot Cake.
Daughter and family are in Copenhagen this week, bringing another layer of memory for me as Copenhagen was the stopover place in the years I was travelling between Stockholm and Kilmarnock. Some of my best friends were Danish and I remember especially the day I left Sweden after finishing my oral exams for my Masters (I passed), going down on the train on my way to teach English in summer school in St. Helier in the Channel Islands. My friends met me off the train with tickets to hear Wilhelm Kempf playing Beethoven in the summer night at Tivoli Gardens, followed by a trip to a jazz cafe and dancing until the wee small hours. Great!
I’m so grateful for memories and the friends who shared them, especially when we can get together now, reminisce and create new ones – like eating crab rolls at the Wineport and seeing grey seals on the rocks on the way to Sannox Beach.