Photography
Sunday Post : Goals
Jakesprinter’s subject for this week’s Sunday Post is Goals. Not my favourite topic, but let’s play with it!
Both my husband and son are huge football fans, and can’t wait to check out the local stadium whenever we travel. Which leaves me free to look at more interesting things. And I do!

And, next morning, wake in my lovely Tavira home
I don’t really have my goals for 2013 clearly defined yet. I surely plan to spend more time in Tavira, and to do some travelling around Portugal. I usually try to tie that in to a festival or event. Jerez and Cadiz have been beckoning me for a while, and I’m mildly curious about Gibraltar.
I absolutely must do something about my wilting language skills, particularly because I hope to visit Polish family again this Spring. A new self-hosted website, a photo book? Those decisions still haven’t been taken. Live my life as fully as I can, without hurting those around me. I guess that has to be my main goal. And if I could do a little good along the way, that would be magnificent. I’ll let you know how I do.
I’m sure there are some cracking goals on Jake’s page, so let’s hit the flying dragon logo link and go check him out, shall we? It’s always a pleasure.
Six word Saturday
Reflection,
a blessing or a curse?
Some of you may remember a photo of the Museum of Hartlepool in my Sunday Post : New Year 2013? After I’d taken that shot and was walking towards the marina, I looked across to the Mecca Bingo hall, and guess what I saw, reflected in the windows, but the Museum?
My first shot wasn’t quite so successful, because I forgot that I would be reflected in the photo too! But perversely, I quite liked it. Earlier that morning I’d been exchanging New Year greetings online, and reading the latest posts of many of my favourites. It just so happened that the topic for the month on East of Malaga’s CBBH photo challenge was Reflection.
Not just in the photographic sense, but in the sense of looking back at the year that has been. And so you see that my six words this week refer not just to me forgetting that glass reflects whatever you put in front of it. Like every other year, 2012 had its share of good memories, and bad, to reflect upon.
I thought it might be fun to bring together these two challenges, and I hope that Cate of Show My Face, and Marianne at East of Malaga will forgive me taking liberties. It is a tradition with Marianne’s to share details of two blogs that you have commented on in the past month. I think this is a lovely idea so I’m delighted to introduce you to Barbara at JustaSmidgen. If you love food and good conversation, you can’t fail to be impressed with Smidge’s blog. And keeping relations truly international, meet Sam at Two Black Dogs. Warm hearted Sam celebrated her 5th wedding anniversary on New Year’s Eve, so pop down to Australia and say “hi”?
Meantime Cate has celebrated her 1000th post! Congratulations, and thanks for letting me share my six words (and photos), Cate. Follow the links for an interesting Saturday, folks? Catch you next week.
Sunday Post- New Year 2013
It’s been a busy writing week for me (always a good thing!) so I’ve saved Jake’s Sunday Post till today. After all, it’s New Year’s Day, so it fits the subject. Apart from a few sore heads, I’m hoping it’s going to be a beautiful new year for you all.
What will the New Year hold for me? I’ve barely started to plan yet, but there are a few certainties. The first will be my daughter’s wedding in early February. Oh, the photos of that are going to be so much fun! Steampunk/historical- can you imagine? And of course, I’ll be back in my beloved Tavira, and have some Polish family to visit.
In the meantime, let’s welcome the New Year.
It was bright and cheerful yesterday, as it is again today, and the camera’s just itching for some more fresh air. Me too!
This isn’t at all the post I meant to write for Jake, but it’s how I spent the time this New Year when I wasn’t cooking, so I guess it qualifies? I’d better hurry and post it. Already in New Zealand it’s another day.
Please come and look at Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post with me. He puts so much work into them. Just click on the flying dragon or the link.
Weekly photo challenge : My 2012 in pictures
Last year when the Wordpress stats wizards compiled a review of my year, I hadn’t been blogging long and was clueless. I was ecstatic to watch the fireworks, and share them in my little blogging world. A year on, I’m still clueless, but I guess it’s time I took a little responsibility. So here’s my first shot at the Weekly photo challenge- a hodge-podge of my year!
How was yours? It’s amazing what you can fit in, when you look back.
There are hundreds of participants in this challenge, so click here to see all the goodies.
It just remains to wish you “all you wish yourselves”. Thanks for being there. My life would be so much emptier without you. Happy and peaceful times to all of you in 2013.
Six word Saturday
Enjoying the lull.
Ready for fireworks?
Peaceful, huh? Hope you enjoyed my Six word Saturday, and that your New Year celebrations are as raucous as you want them to be. See you next year.
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I is for Ilhas (islands)
This is where it all began for me- the knowledge that there were islands off the southern shore of Portugal. And ever since, it has been one of my special delights, whenever I’m in the Algarve, to seek out an ilha, or island, to explore.
As you fly into Faro, often the plane will follow the coastline and dip low over the Ria Formosa, a natural habitat of salt marshes. Still, it does not really prepare you for the fact that there is an island life out there, just waiting for your approach.
If you’re staying in Tavira, of course, it immediately becomes apparent. “Where is the beach?” you enquire, knowing full well that the Algarve boasts some of Europe’s finest. You will be directed to the ferry terminal, and there begins your adventure. If it’s summertime you can catch the ferry from the town, and chug away from Tavira’s beguiling skyline through the salt marshes. In winter you will have to be a little more independent and make your way to Quatro Aguas, on foot or bike. It’s a half hour walk, and not one that you would happily undertake in the heat of summer.
If you’re feeling lazy, you can just plonk down on the river beach and watch the to and fro-ing of the boats. Occasionally a jet ski might zip past, disturbing the calm, but more often it’s the sailing school, out to practise manouvres. For the wider expanse of the ocean, you can cross over the island, beneath fragrant pines, running the low key gamut of a few restaurants, ever open for business.
On the shoreline, simply stroll, with the tongues of water teasing and licking at your toes. Look back over your shoulder and you will see the ilha of Cabanas. I have a gentle love/hate relationship with Cabanas. To me it represents that commercial face of the Algarve that I came east to escape. Yet poke about in the back streets and the character is there still. In the off season you might even regard it as perfection. The fishing village is undeniably eroded, but catch the water taxi across to the island and all is forgiven. I have walked and walked till I could barely stand, until finally the beach begins to undulate and break up into sandbars.
Cabanas is the most easterly of the ilhas. Tavira Island comes next as you head west, and can also be accessed from Santa Luzia and Barril. Yes, it IS that big.
Skipping on along the coast, you come to the village of Fuseta. From here it’s an easy ride across to the easterly tip of the next ilha in the chain, Armona. What will you find? Very little other than endless beach, and in some places an interesting perspective back to the mainland.
The main access to Armona is from the bustling fishing port, Olhao, which will be the subject of a later A-Z post. If I were ever to take up residence on one of the islands, it would be Armona. For me, it has everything I would need. A pretty little harbour, lots of shallow inlets for paddling, charming beach houses, a couple of restaurants, a shop and a church. All I would need would be my little boat, and the dream would be complete. Meanwhile, the ferry does a fine job. Saturday mornings, when the islanders come over to Olhao market for provisions, all kinds of everything are transported.
Culatra is the next ilha we meet. Ferries make the round trip out of Olhao, calling first at the easterly tip of the island, and then at Farol, whose namesake, the lighthouse, can be seen from far and wide. Not dissimilar to Armona in style, you will have to judge for yourself where your preference lies. I gather that it’s a great spot for fishing. Myself, I just like to get off at one stop and potter along the beach to the other. Whether you do this on the landward side or by the ocean will affect what you are likely to find at your feet.
Faro, the capital of the Algarve, also provides access to Armona and Culatra, both by regular ferry and excursion.
The last of the ilhas is only accessible from Faro, unless you have your own boat. Barreta, or Ilha Deserta as it is commonly known, is the most southerly of the islands. Do not attempt a visit here without full sun protection. There is no shelter, other than the restaurant “O Estamine”, from the sun’s blistering rays, although you might not always be aware of this due to a cooling breeze.
That’s as far as my explorations have gone, so far. Until I get that boat, I won’t be able to visit any of the smaller ilhas. Be assured, when I do, you’ll hear of it. Meantime if you have any questions or want details on getting there, you only have to ask.
Many thanks, as ever, to Julie Dawn Fox for providing the opportunity to share this post on the Personal A-Z Challenge. To join in, and read related posts, click on the link or the banner below.
Six word Saturday
Christmas joy to each and All
Wherever you spend it, and whoever you spend it with, I hope that you have a wonderful and peaceful Christmas. I will be cooking, but only for me, Michael, Dad and James, so nothing too hectic. I’m looking forward to relaxing afterwards.
I’ve been in festive mode lately, with my Ice Sculptures and Christmas Trees. I hope you’ve enjoyed spending the time with me as much as I’ve enjoyed the sharing.
Let the New Year be kind to all of us. God bless!
Merry Christmas to Cate at Show My Face, and humble apologies for my 60+ words. As usual, follow the link or click on the header to join in.
A Special Place
We all have places that we regard as special. St. Mary’s Church at Whitby holds that special quality for me. During the Summer I was there, proudly showing my Polish neice, Basia, our English Heritage. A lovely elderly gentleman was holding court, comfortably seated, with coffee in hand. He explained that he was waiting for his wife to finish walking the dog, a task he was no longer up to. Whilst he did so, he was more than happy to entertain all comers, with tales of the church and it’s history.
Reluctantly, we pulled ourselves away. My own elderly gentleman (dad) was waiting in the car, not able to walk too far himself, and we still had awe-inspiring Whitby Abbey to see. Before we did so, we were urged to come back again in December, when the church would be alight with dozens of Christmas trees. On Monday I returned, and this is what I found.
Just to complete the occasion I was treated to a carol service from one of the local schools, busy rehearsing for the real thing. They sounded wonderful.
St. Mary’s is a delightful church. The tower and basic structure date from Norman times, around 1110. A hodge podge of styles have been added since, but it is the box pews that draw the eye, each carpeted and upholstered with cushions. Overhead galleries are rarely used today, but the large charcoal stove is an essential element with our coastal chill.
Whitby is probably best known for its association with Bram Stoker. He lived there from 1890 to 1896, and set an important scene from Dracula at the church. I imagine that the graveyard on a dark Winter’s night is a scarey place indeed, but the church interior is a joyous space. It was described by Simon Jenkins in “England’s Thousand Best Churches” as “part folly, part museum, part large parlour”. You should see it for yourself, and I can think of no better time than when the Christmas trees are in residence. (10.00- 15.00 daily until 3rd Jan., excepting Christmas and Boxing Day)
It is a bit of a climb up to St. Mary’s and the Abbey, but it’s also possible to get there by road if you can’t manage the steps.
Do you have a special place to share? Please do.
Ice-mare!
I have a valuable lesson to share. Ice is “see through”! I expect you thought that was “transparently” obvious, didn’t you? I simply found it quite difficult to obtain effective photographs of ice sculptures, out in the street. Excuses over, I did thoroughly enjoy myself trying, at York’s Festival of Angels.
The city of York was as festive as anywhere I’ve ever been at Christmas time, and the Festival of Angels added its own charming dimension. Local businesses sponsor the ice sculptures, most of which are traditional Christmas images of angels and snowflakes. The large handsome slug produced an exclamation or two, however. The sponsor? A certain restaurant chain that accompanies its food with “green stuff”.
Mr. Slug illustrates the fact that I should have waited a while to let the frosting on the ice sculptures melt a little. I’ll know better next time but I was keen to see them all before too big a crowd gathered.
The crowd were mostly in good spirits as they wove in and out of the narrow streets. The presence of an “Ice Bar”, selling delectables such as Baileys in a frozen chocolate cup, undoubtedly helped. Mulled wine flowed sweetly too. And there was always Earl Grey in the tea shop.
York’s a good looking city, and there’s always something to see. I was also checking out Vintage shops, and in passing couldn’t resist a few more shots.
I would have liked a few more ice sculpture photographs, but they do say “life is for learning”, don’t they?
My apologies for not doing full justice to the amount of work that must have gone into these incredible pieces of artwork. I hope you managed to gain just a flavour of the event, and my thanks to York for being gracious hostess to the Festival of Angels.































































































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