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Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Captivating

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Can’t resist having a little fun with this week’s subject Captivating.  So many things in life can be captivating, including Jake’s Lucky Snake logo with it’s hypnotic eyes.  It captures my imagination, holds it, and makes me smile- that’s a great definition of captivating.

Me, capturing "me"

Me, capturing “me” and an elephant

I loved this elephant clock, proudly displayed on the mantelpiece at Thrumpton Hall.  I had just waved Lisa off on honeymoon and was speeding through the building, trying to capture as much as I could of this most captivating of venues.  Posh frock packed away, and not expecting ever to visit the Hall again, every click counted.   I didn’t mind being caught on camera.  It was one more bit of evidence that I really was there.  It wasn’t just a fairytale, though it well might have been!

This is how it looks without me

This is how it looks without me- even more captivating!

I find this photo rather captivating too.  All of twenty years ago.

Lisa and James, 20 years ago

Lisa and James, in Nottingham marina

Sentiment set aside, today I’m feeling much more mischievous.  Is this a captivating image?  Who is captive here?  We were sitting on the seawall at Lagos watching the water dogs perform- a very captivating sight.

Which one is me?

Which one is me?

Held captive by the camera!  I’m developing a liking for this kind of shot, though I suppose it belongs more to the subject of shadows.  Just for today, I’m calling it a captive image.

The prisoner, in his pretty jail

The prisoner, in his exotic jail

I found this little fellow somewhat captivating, and his happy friend below.  The gnomes of Wrocław were endearing in the extreme, and I expect I’ll have to return someday to track down a few more.

Friendly, or Wellwisher

Friendly, or Wellwisher gnome

But the photo I find most captivating of all, has to be this one.  I will never forget the moment that I stood stock still and simply stared. Porto, with all it’s crumpled and faded beauty, is a memory that will stay with me forever.

Hauntingly lovely Igreja de Santo Ildefonso, Porto

Hauntingly lovely Igreja de Santo Ildefonso, Porto

I know that Jake’s Comments box is going to be packed full of captivating images this week.  One of my Sunday pleasures, when the chores are done, is to admire the other Sunday Post entries.  Come with me?  Just click on the lucky snake logo or the links.

Six word Saturday

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First signs?  We dare to hope!

I just looked back at my 6WS for this weekend last year, and sure enough, it was full of crocuses (or even, crocii?).  It’s been pretty miserable here the last week or so, but the flowers don’t seem to have noticed.  A garden just around the corner produces the most beautiful tiny deep purple iris each Spring, but you have to be quick- they only last a few of days.

Purple iris

Purple iris

I thought we might take a stroll through some Portuguese countryside to get us in the mood?  It arrives a little earlier there.

First we'll cross a ford

First we’ll cross a shallow ford

A pause to capture these. Sorry but I don't know their name.

A pause to capture these.  Sorry, but I don’t know their name.

A mother and her lamb view us with caution

A mother and her lamb view us with some caution

And then tiny Malhada do Peres, enhanced by the almond blossom

And then the hamlet of Malhada do Peres, enhanced by the almond blossom

Beautiful in close-up

Beautiful in close-up

The river bed is pretty dry, even this early

The river bed is pretty dry, even this early

Then there's this little jewel- a wild orchid

Then there’s this little jewel- a wild orchid

Obviously bird lovers here

Obviously bird lovers live here (or builders!)

I've never seen these fruit on a cactus, either

I’ve never seen these fruit on a cactus, either

All in all, a treasure trove, I think you’ll agree?  What does Spring herald in your part of the world?

As usual, I’m sharing my Six word Saturday, courtesy of our kind hostess Cate, on Show My Face.  Click on the header or links to join in or view the other entries.  You know you want to!

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O is for Olhão

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I had always thought that my “O” post would be about Obidos, a medieval walled town in Central Portugal that stole my heart a couple of years ago.  But much has already been written about this tiny, charismatic place, so, with my Algarve affinity, it seemed better to introduce you to somewhere local and lesser known. (Unless, of course, you are a biker?)  Welcome to Olhão!

An aerial view of Olhão and the lagoons of the Ria Formosa (from Wikipedia)

An aerial view of Olhão and the lagoons of the Ria Formosa (from Wikipedia)

From its situation on the Ria Formosa, it was always obvious that Olhão would make a fine fishing port, but for many years its growth was resisted by neighbouring administrator Faro, who wanted to keep fishing rights to itself.  Autonomy was persistently refused and even permission to build a simple stone house.  Hamlet status was finally achieved in 1765 and Olhão formed a self-supporting “Maritime Commitment”.  Both before and since, it has been inseparable from the sea.

The natives of Olhão were never ones to run from a fight, and they occupy a special place in Portuguese history.  The first successful uprising against French occupation took place here on 16th June 1808, and was the beginning of the expulsion of the Napoleonic army.  The Portuguese king, João VI, was at that time exiled in Brazil.  A group of fishermen from Olhão set sail across the Atlantic, in a simple fishing boat, to bring the news of the French defeat to their king.  In recognition of this, Olhão was rewarded with village status.

A replica of the caique, Bom Sucesso (Good Fortune), sits modestly on the waterfront.

Azulejo tile representation of the sailing to Brazil (from Wikipedia)

Azulejo tile representation of the sailing to Brazil (from Wikipedia)

Would you cross the Atlantic in a boat like this?

Would you cross the Atlantic in this boat? You would need Bom Sucesso!

The town’s growth was enabled by a large spring or olho de agua (eye of water), for which the town was named, Olhão meaning big eye.  The arrival of a tuna factory, and fish preserving industry, transformed Olhão into a wealthy town, with fine merchant’s homes.  The fishing industry declined, of course, but today Olhão is again doing battle with Faro, attempting to lure away a little of the lucrative tourist trade.

The tourist train- all aboard!

The tourist train, outside the Real Marina Hotel on the long promenade

If you’ve seen any of my previous Algarve posts, you might know that a large part of the attraction of Olhão is the access it gives to the islands of the lagoon, Armona and Culatra, paradise for beach lovers.  From the harbour there is a lengthy promenade overlooking the marina.  In the centre of this stand distinctive twin market halls, one for fish, the other fruit and vegetables.  On Saturday mornings the market spills out onto pavement stalls in a flurry of activity.  Remember the bikers?  In July, when the Bike Festival arrives in Faro, the overflow spreads along the waterfront gardens in Olhão till there’s barely a blade of grass to be seen.

The other time when Olhão is exceptionally busy is when the Seafood Festival takes place, around the second week in August.  The smell of sardines mingles with the sound of Fado and a great time is had by all.  The waterfront is usually closed to traffic at this time, creating a little havoc in getting around.

Olhão waterfront with the twin towers of the market halls in the background

Olhão waterfront with the twin towers of the market halls in the background

Can you make out the lighthouse at Farol on the island of Culatra between those masts?

Can you make out the lighthouse at Farol on the island of Culatra between those masts? It’s a long way out.

It's the strangest feeling when you're out there in the shallows, far from shore

It’s the strangest feeling when you’re out there in the shallows, far from shore. The locals hunt endlessly for shellfish.

Every kind of craft comes idling home

Every kind of craft comes idling home

The most peaceful of spots, unless it's windy.

It’s a peaceful spot, unless it’s windy, when the masts vibrate wildly.

To this day, I can get lost in the maze of streets behind the waterfront.  Olhão is unique in the Algarve in that it has cube-shaped Moorish style houses which do not, in fact, date from the occupation of the Moors.  They are instead the result of the town’s fishing and trading activities with the countries of North Africa.  Try to visit Nossa Senhora do Rosario, the town’s main church, situated just behind this warren of streets.  Igreja Pequena, the Little Church, was the first stone building in Olhão, and this is the second.  Both were financed by the efforts of the local fishermen, at that time living in little more than mud huts themselves.  The view from the Bell Tower reveals the special construction of the cubist houses.

White stone steps lead up to a second small roof terrace, the mirante, traditionally used by fishermen to evaluate the marine conditions before going to sea.  The women of the house go up there to watch for them.  A chapel at the rear of the main church is open day and night, to pray for their safe return.

Igreja Pequena- the Little Church,1st stone building in Olhao

Igreja Pequena- the Little Church, and the first stone building in Olhao

Roof tops of the cubist houses

Roof tops of the cubist houses, from the Bell Tower of Nossa Senhora do Rosario

Typical merchant's house

One of many fine merchant’s houses

Approaching Olhão along the EN125, the urban sprawl is not at all attractive.  You might never think that this world existed.  But take the trouble to dip down to the waterfront, and you will find an Olhão with real character.

Just before I finish, I should mention Quinta de Marim.  2kms east of Olhão, just off the EN125, on the Ria Formosa a link to the Roman occupation of the Algarve can be witnessed.  A tidal mill overlooks fish salting tanks and the salinas for producing salt, which were a very important industry in Roman times.  Today it’s an education centre and a very soothing spot from which to witness the natural world.

If you have enjoyed this piece, you might like to take a look at some of my other personal A-Z’s.  The original idea came from Julie Dawn Fox, a fine writer who lives in Central Portugal.  Click on the header or the links to see what’s out there.

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Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Plains

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It was like a domestic comedy in our house.  “Planes?  You don’t have any photos of planes!”  After a little remonstrating, we reached the point where I said “No, p-l-a-i-n-s!”  And we then agreed that I probably didn’t have any photos of them anyway!  I’ve never been fond of flat, open spaces, and my photographic skills are incapable of doing them justice.

But it’s meant to be a challenge, isn’t it, so with grim determination, I set forth.

View from the village of Salir, in the Algarve

View from the village of Salir, in the Algarve

Across the valley to the water tower in Salir

Across the valley to the water tower in Salir

The Algarve’s not really the place to hunt for plains, so I moved north to the Alentejo.  Wide open skies, they most certainly have here.

View from the castle at Evora

View from the castle at Elvas

But, as you can see below, heavy grey clouds don’t really do much for them.

From lofty Monsaraz over the River Guadiana

From lofty Monsaraz over the River Guadiana

I know that my Dad’s native Poland has endless flat and forested plains through it’s centre, and I have seen many.  Photographic evidence?  None.  My excuse is that we were usually hurtling along to the next destination at breakneck speed, Polish style.

So I’ll settle for another landscape that I know pretty well, and much nearer home- the Cleveland Hills.  I should be out walking this morning but with snow and rain, the ground has become pretty unpleasant and I’m tired of carrying half a field on the bottom of my boots.

Looking out towards Roseberry Topping

Looking out towards Roseberry Topping from Sutton Bank

Roseberry Topping from another angle- it's ever present in North Yorks

Roseberry Topping from another angle- it’s ever present in North Yorks

And I think that with that, I may well conceed defeat, admonishing myself to hang out of the car and take some death defying shots on my next trip to Poland.

You should head off to Jakesprinter’s page to see a few more successful attempts on the challenge.  Better yet, can I see some of yours?  Many thanks, as ever, to the brilliant Jake for sharing his graphics and ideas.  Click on the lucky snake logo or links to pay a visit.

Bridging the Gap

Some posts just kind of lure you in!  You could do a Challenge post every day of the week and two on Sundays, if you had the time.  Mostly I look, admire, make a mental note, blink twice and the next Challenge is there before me.  Somehow I’ve completed all my chores with time to spare this weekend, and without further ado, I present Bridges, at the kind invitation of Ailsa at Where’s My Backpack.

The wonderful thing about bridges for me is that often they span my favourite element, water.  I love to lean over a bridge and gaze into the depths.  Sometimes they even create beautiful reflections as a bonus- two for the price of one.  Putting them side by side has taken longer than I expected, but now that I have, I’m taken with the contrast between my surly northern skies and the gentler images of Southern Europe.

Click on a photo to see them in gallery form.

Thanks, Ailsa.  I’ve enjoyed my Sunday leisure time.  Come bridge spotting with me over at Ailsa’s?

Six word Saturday

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From a wedding to a funeral

Last week I shared with you the joy of my daughter’s Victorian style wedding.  On Monday the husband of a lifelong friend died, after she had cared for him at home, very courageously.  On Thursday we attended a moving ceremony, and said our goodbyes.  So much can change in a week.

All week long I’ve been wondering if I should share these six words, which have played again and again in my head.  Yesterday evening I spent some time looking at my daughter’s photos of her Venice honeymoon.  When “we girls” were together after the funeral we talked about “old times”, as we always do.  And, of course, the subject of Lisa and the wedding was raised.  She sometimes lay in her carry-cot at the “Girl’s Nights” we held in each other’s homes back then.  We still do, though the children are long grown.  I felt that I  needed to share these six words this week, and to share with them a couple of her beautiful photographs.

Lisa in Venice

Lisa in Venice

The Palazzo Ducale, covered in snow

The Palazzo Ducale, covered in snow

Did you ever see more beautiful rooftops?

Did you ever see more beautiful rooftops?

These masked revellers were beautiful in white too

These masked revellers were beautiful in white too

And how about pretty in pink?

And wasn’t this lady pretty in pink?

But, of course, it ends with Lisa

But, of course, it all comes back to Lisa

Life is short.  Love while you can.

Join with Cate at Show My Face to share your six words for this week, and to share in the lives of others.  Click on the header or the link.

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Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Unforgettable

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Unforgettable, one of my all time favourite songs.  Isn’t it yours?  I don’t even have to mention Nat King Cole and it’s smouldering away in your head.  He certainly had that “unforgettable” quality.

Some of you know that I have just experienced one of the most unforgettable weekends of my life- the wedding of my daughter Lisa to Leonardo.  The honeymoon alone is worth a post, and I wasn’t even there!  But I will tell you that they had snow in Venice- a magical thought.  It swirled around the lagoon like a giant snowdome.  And the claxons sounded for Aqua Alta whilst they were at a masked ball.  The water rose and rose to the first floor of the hostess’ home in Ca D’Oro, and they had to remain till 4.30 in the morning when the level had dropped sufficiently to escape.  Never mind- the band and the opera singers played on, and the food was good.  I think that definitely comes in the category of “unforgettable”, but the memory isn’t mine to cherish.

Click on any of the photos to view them gallery style.

I’m pretty sure most of you will have unforgettable moments in your life, and I’m looking forward to sharing them with you.  Click on the lucky snake logo or the link to visit Jakesprinter with me.  Thanks Jake for being unforgettable yourself.

Six word Saturday

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I was so proud and happy

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I have already completed 2 posts full of wedding photos, but failed to exhibit the Downton Abbey frock, with yours truly inside.  So, with humble apologies, here I am.  For those of you I meet here on Saturdays, who’ve probably missed all the good photos, here is the link for To the Manor Born.  Lisa and Leo will be back from their Venice honeymoon by the time you read this, but I haven’t yet disturbed them.  Let their bubble last just a little bit longer.

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Proud and happy are also good descriptions for how I felt when I received the above award from GallivanceTHE SHINE ON AWARD highlights bloggers who are shining stars in the vast array of available blogs.  Wow!  Isn’t that just the best of compliments?  And here I am, dressed for the ceremony.  If you follow the link you will be introduced to a feast of talent.

In accepting this award, I’m tasked with sharing seven facts about myself :

1.  I rate pretty highly on the “World’s clumsiest people” list.  I even managed to collide with one of the antique chairs at the wedding reception. (ssh! I didn’t hurt it)  A limp and a purple knee are all the damage.

2.  I love sunrises and am awake to witness them probably more often than I would like. (a very pretty one is appearing over my shoulder as I type this)

3.  I fizz and enthuse absolutely to the point of “no further” on occasion.  That warning look appears in my husband’s eye, and I’ve learnt to “put a lid on it”. (well, almost)

4.  That sunrise really IS lovely.  I had to stop typing and grab the camera.

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5.  As well as the travel bug, I am becoming increasingly obsessed with photography.  I can barely leave the house without a camera, and if I do, am constantly aware of superb photo opportunities everywhere.

6.  I’ve stopped again because I’m bathed in a golden glow from this sunrise.  Sadly it’s too bright to capture.  I’ve got sunspots before my eyes from the attempt.  My skill level in no way matches my enthusiasm.

7.  I am desperately heavy on shoes, so it’s a good job I like going barefoot.

That’s too much about me, isn’t it?  So, I’ve shared a link to Gallivance, listed my 7, and it’s time to pass on the award.  I follow so many inspirational bloggers, but I’ve narrowed it down to these 5.  I expect you already know some of them, but do spare the time to drop in.  You’ll be in for a treat.

A Nomad in the land of Nizwa–  I love Cath’s constant exploration of the world around her, and of herself.

Another day in Paradise–  You just know you’re going to have a smile on your face when you finish reading one of Sylvia’s posts.  And the photography- fabulous!

Jakesprinter–  I first got drawn into the photo challenges thanks to the talents of this remarkable guy.  I have absolutely no conception of how he achieves his graphics, but I am in awe.

The Urge to Wander–  Madhu already has a trophy cabinet full of awards, and deservedly so, but if I’m talking about shining stars in the blogging world, I can’t possibly leave her out.

First and Fabulous–  blogs about nothing, if you take Gemma at her word, but it’s often a very thought provoking nothing, and there’s a warm heart to this lady.

As usual, I’ve used and abused Cate’s 6WS, so go and see her to cheer her up at Show My Face.  The header or the link will take you there.  My previous posts are on my Six word Saturday page or the button below.  See you next week?

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To the Manor born

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Thrumpton Hall, just south of Nottingham, returned to it’s glory days last weekend, when my daughter Lisa married Leonardo Lopez Wain.  I should have known that there was a Byron connection.  A more romantic setting it would be hard to imagine.  And indeed, a former owner of the Hall, Frederick the 10th Baron Byron, was married to Lady Anna Fitzroy, sister of the 10th Duke of Grafton, and a direct descendant of King Charles II.

An engraving of Thrumpton Hall by Wencelas Hollar in the 1600s

An engraving of Thrumpton Hall by Wencelas Hollar, 1600s (Creative Commons)

The Cavaliers would have felt quite at home at last Saturday’s reception.  My daughter loves period costume and the wedding guests were invited to indulge in the same.  Many of her friends are role players and were delighted to partake.  As one of the guests remarked to me “I just love dressing up, don’t you?”  I had to confess that it was my first time, but that, yes, it did feel good.

I had already survived the drama of arriving at the wrong church just 15 minutes before the ceremony was due to begin, and a panic stricken scurry through country lanes to collapse into my seat a bare 5 minutes before the bride.  My reading from Song of Solomon was delivered with an impassioned throb in my voice and knocking knees as I struggled to find my place in the bible.  After that, everything felt good.

The Hall was magnificent.  We gathered in the library, around an open fire.  The books and the furniture were from a bygone age.  The reception rooms were lavish, and the Jacobean cantilevered staircase, carved in wood from the estate, an object of real beauty.  The guests mingled as good guests should.  The atmosphere was as warm as the fire.

All too soon it was over, and Lisa and Leo stepped briefly out of character to fly BA to their honeymoon in Venice.  Costumes donned again, they were off to Carnaval and a masked ball.  May they always be as happy as they are today.

To see the dress and bouquet in more detail, please visit my Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : On going.  You can click on any of these individual photos to see them in gallery form.  Happy Valentine’s Day everybody.

Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : On going

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I’m sharing a little luck this week, in the Chinese year of the snake, courtesy of Jakesprinter.  The theme for his Sunday Post, On going, also gives me the long-awaited opportunity to share some rather special photos.  Nothing in my life is more “on going” than my love for my children.

Some of you will know that I’ve just returned from the wedding of my daughter Lisa to Leonardo, and that the guests were invited to wear historical costume.  Lisa designed and made her own costume, in totality; the coat and waistcoat Leo is wearing (over a 3 year period); the bridesmaids dresses (with help from Jema); the waistcoats of the grooms; flowers for the church, and buttonholes and bouquets.

With Jema she made and decorated the cake.  Each layer is a different flavour, progressing from lavender at the top, through Earl Grey and orange, white chocolate and almond, down to dark chocolate and cherry.  I was unbelievably proud of her efforts.

One of the best aspects of the wedding, for me, was to see her together with her brother, James.  There are 19 years between them in age, and many miles in distance, so they spend very little time in each other’s company.  My pride and joy at seeing them together on this very special occasion was immense.  Can anything be more on going than love for your children?

Thank you so much, Jake, for the opportunity to share this snippet of my daughter’s wedding.  And for the new logo to brighten up my posts.  I hope everyone will follow me to your Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post to admire your amazing graphics and read the other posts.

Click on any of my photos to see them in slide show, and the lucky snake or links to take you to Jake’s page.  Many thanks.