Gulf

Once upon a time I stood upon the southern strand of St George Island, Franklin County, Florida. I looked seawards as a pair of pelicans flapped by, low and languid. Beyond them, The Gulf of Mexico sparkled fabulously in that midday sunshine.

I thought of the Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci and of the wooden Spanish ships that followed in later years - sails taut, easing between The Florida Keys and Cuba till they entered a vast gulf that was at first called The Spanish Sea. It would soon be renamed The Gulf of Mexico following contact with native inhabitants on the far shores - whose very lifeblood was connected with the wondrous Aztec civilisation.

Back in England I began to read everything I could find about The Gulf of Mexico. It became something of an obsession and here are just a few of the books that are now in my Gulf of Mexico collection:-






At the top you can see my new Gulf of Mexico mug - now my preferred vessel for the consumption of tea.

Even as our tired old planet advances or declines, The Gulf of Mexico will endure, shimmering in sub-tropical sunlight, reminding us that there are things that will outlast our brief sojourns upon this Earth..


from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/Ov4JKYg

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