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Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Sentimental Value

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Jake gave us a beautiful post this week for his theme, Sentimental Value, and I almost decided not to take part.  I have so many silly, sentimental things that I’ve hoarded down the years, and some of them are deeply personal.  But this is a travel blog, isn’t it, so in the interests of “the show must go on”, I’ve found some things that I can share with you.

Ticket montage

Ticket montage

Over the years I don’t know how many ticket stubs I must’ve pushed into a handbag pocket as a souvenir of whichever boat ride or ancient monument.  Some of them, I forget are there till months later.  But recently I had a great idea.  I’m going to compile some of the more colourful ones (as above) and decoupage them onto a coffee table top.  Well, if I’m truthful, I hoped that my daughter might do this for me, as she’s so much better at crafty things.  Still, I think I might manage.  What do you reckon?  It would make a great conversation piece, wouldn’t it?

I’ve kept old Snoopy watches that no longer work, cards that I have to cull every year otherwise they’d flow down the stairs, and, of course, postcards.  I used to buy them in quantity, in case the holiday photos weren’t a success.  In these digital days that’s not such a problem, but I still struggle to pass a postcard stand without a surreptitious glance.  I also used them as a holiday diary.  Nowadays I’ve progressed to a notebook.

Let’s share a couple of favourites.  Why would I want to part with them?  The memories are invaluable.

The Dalyan peninsula, Turkey

The Dalyan peninsula, Turkey

Salzburg in Austria

Salzburg in Austria

Kas, also in Turkey

Kas, also in Turkey

Sukiennice, Krakow

Sukiennice, Krakow

And, of course, Tavira

And, of course, Tavira

I’m feeling thoroughly sentimental now.  Thanks, Jake.  I’ll be over to check out the other entries later.  Click on the lucky snake logo or the links to go with me.

Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post : Bay

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A Turkish gulet gliding across the bay

A Turkish gulet gliding across the bay

It seems like most of my life I’ve been admiring bays.  I can get lost in this photo, which was taken by my husband on our honeymoon, oh, so many years ago.  I’m tempted to go and dig out the photo albums and meander around a Greek Island or two, but this is Jake’s challenge for the Sunday Post this week.  I’ll never make it in time if I wander off down Memory Lane.

The slideshow runs when you click on the first photo.

We have some wonderful bays with pebbly beaches, remnants of our mining heritage, just up the road from here.  I planned to take the camera along after lunch, but it’s bouncing with rain.  I guess I’ll stick to memories, and the other entries on the Sunday Post.  I’m sure to find some beautiful bays there.

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Quotes from the Masters : Grahame

I couldn’t resist the theme of “messing about in boats” that is the basis of this week’s Quotes from the Masters challenge, designed by Robin of Bringing Europe Home.  This is a great idea, using quotes from celebrated authors to inspire.  Looking at Robin’s lead photograph, I think she may well have messed about in some of the same boats as me.

I’m going to take you back more than 20 years with this post, but I still can’t imagine that there is anywhere in the world more glorious than the Turkish coastline for messing about in boats.  It’s an idyll to me, with the bluest of seas and a flotilla of islands for drifting in between.

The holiday I have in mind was a bit of a gamble, in more ways than one.  Although I love water in all its forms, I’m not much of a swimmer, and totally lacking in confidence when out of my depth.  Yet I had in my head the image of a gulet, cruising in and out of beautiful bays.  I somehow convinced myself that I’d be game to go in over the side- such foolishness!

Despite being fairly gregarious by nature, I wasn’t entirely sure that a gulet full of people was quite the medium for me.  The potential for disaster was assuredly there.  Moaners, crashing bores- even worse, what if nobody liked me? (apart from the husband, and he was duty bound)  Still, those lovely images in my head persisted, and any reservations were firmly put away.   The booking was made almost a year ahead, but it was never part of the plan that I would be pregnant when we set sail!

Boats at Bodrum

In so many respects, I needn’t have worried.  I fell in love with the gulet, and as we sailed out of Bodrum, I was awed at the magnificence of my surroundings.  My fellow sailors proved to be a highly likeable bunch, (phew!) with many tales to tell, and none of them seemed particularly averse to me. (double phew!)  The 3 man crew were totally amazing.  They cooked, in the most minute of spaces, or occasionally on a beach, some of the most delicious food I have ever tasted.  They laughed and joked, and entertained us.  They manoeuvred our boat through some of the loveliest waters I have ever seen.

Of course there were hiccups!  It was enormously difficult to have a satisfactory hot shower in the confined space.  I was bitten on the bum by a huge flying insect, causing considerable consternation.  And you know that I never leapt bravely into the sparkling water, but clung like a limpet to the rope that anchored us in the bay. (despite the cumbersome lifejacket I was kitted out in)

A salutary lesson on messing about in boats was taught, unwittingly, by the crew.  Dressed in drag, two of them capered around the deck, and then proceeded to “fall” into the water.  Unfortunately one of them cracked his head on the side, and was rowed to shore, bleeding and concussed.  Imagine our dismay when several hours later and heavily bandaged, he rejoined the boat, pronounced by the hospital “fit for duty”.  I expect he needed the money, but we made sure after that to proceed with care.

Thank you so much, Robin, for the opportunity to share this.  It’s a holiday that remains vivid in my memory.  The photos were taken by my husband on an old Brownie camera, but I make no apologies for that.  Looking forward to seeing what your next challenge brings.

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