My macro lens got a workout shooting mums silver jewellery for the web – http://www.willowsilver.co.uk/Only a week to go and the macro lens will be inches from some Australian critters - hopefully not the deadly kind.
My macro lens got a workout shooting mums silver jewellery for the web – http://www.willowsilver.co.uk/Saturday was a lovely lazy day... spent recovering, shopping and mooching about in WH Smiths (in fact at one point I was comfortably camped cross-legged on their carpet, head in a book about Bruce Parry – oh how I miss British book shops!)
As is fast becoming an annual tradition, Sarah took me to see the Wildlife photographer of the year exhibition in the National History Museum, followed by a beautiful Sunday Roast in Kilburn. The standard of entries is just as amazing as it was last year, but was this time more inspiring. I am going to make it my mission for the next 6 months to try and capture enough images to enter the competition myself next year.
Spent the morning getting to know my newest niece Chloe-Anne who is truly adorable; the most placid baby ever. She is now crawling, but will be walking by the time I get back from Oz! Then drove out to my old home to discover the farm residents now include a pair of gorgeous grey donkeys, a Shetland pony and some fluffy chocolate-coloured Llamas! Made me miss it quite a bit actually, but lunch and a good chinwag with an old friend at Zizzi’s cheered me up no end.
Had a fantastic day. Spent the morning in the hairdressers going nutmeg and getting the wonky DIY job finally straightened out. Then spent the afternoon catching up with friends and singing along to ‘The Boat the Rocked’... AGAIN!! Love that film.Giggled the afternoon away shopping in Crawley and made the depressing discovery that the 80’s fashion revival is still lingering like a bad smell, (I did buy some ski pants, but no amount of money would make me wear a batwing again!). I was also forced to accept the horrific truth that I am rapidly approaching middle-age when I came home with not one, but two pairs, of magic pants!!!! Argh. Chinese finger food and a bottle of Fleurie in front of the telly helped ease the pain.
Finished packing and decided the suitcase was way overweight so had to remove it all again and take all the books out. Went for Sunday roast at The Old Mill and said goodbye to the dogs. We all decided to go to the airport and crossed the border without hassle or being searched - result.
The plane left 15 minutes early which was a pleasant surprise, but then the captain announced the reason for it.... a 150mph head wind, which would make the journey 1½ hours longer than normal. Grrrr. We took off at 930pm Cypriot time and I touched down at 1am UK time.
Went to bed at 4:30am after a bottle of bubbles, got up again at 8:30am feeling slightly less than perky.
Almost finished packing and did all the washing – thank fully the sun was out and was lovely and warm to dry it all.Ant went into Leftkosa to get a month’s insurance for Cathy and Derek’s car to allow them to take me to the airport. I started packing. Feels like the end of the first part one of the journey.
After a silent, pitch black and somewhat eerie night, we woke early and I washed my hair and made some tea. We decided to press on through the Akamas taking the mountain track and eventually ending up on the north coast of the island by about 11am.
We continued our tour of the Cyprus coast driving through the lower town of Paphos and on to the Tomb of the kings, a UNESCO world heritage site. The tombs don’t actually house the bodies of any kings, but a load of very rich noblemen from around the 4th century BC. But they are chiseled into huge solid rocks on the beach and are quite impressive. We came out of the park and were accosted by a hyperactive sales rep from the Lion resort next door, who persuaded us to go look around, drink some free coffee and take away a free holiday and bottle of wine for our time. Which of course we did. It wasn’t the promised 90 minute tour, nearer three hours in total, but thankfully our guide, Wilson, was a likeable guy and the coffees were good. We have yet to try the wine, and have 18 months to take our ‘free’ holiday, so not a totally wasted morn
ing (except of course for Wilson!) and we did come to the south looking to immerse ourselves in their customs so to speak. We certainly discovered their love of the English. By the time we eventually escaped, we were starving, and so drove to the Bird and Animal Park to make tuna pasta in their car park before paying the extortionate entrance fee only to be surrounded by peacocks at every enclosure.
Tuesday we got up early-ish and after a quick dip in the sea we drove on to the Larnaca Salk Lake and its’ Hala Sultan Tekke; one of the holiest of shrines within Ottoman Islam. The mosque supposedly houses Umm Haram’s tomb (Muhammad's 'wet-nurse'), but the lake dries in summer and then fills through the ground again during the winter months. A shimmer of water was visible when we saw it, reflecting the mosque amongst its surrounding palm trees.
dess of Love rose from the water. Now many people come here to pledge undying love for each other (or propose of course – congrats Nick and Sam. Xx), they make hearts in the sand out of pebbles, they watch the sun set and drink champagne. Not Ant. Let’s just say Ant’s cynicism hasn’t waned at all since we have been travelling and there is more fluff in his belly button than there is romance in his soul. So imagine his delight when we rounded the beach to discover a huge pebble heart with my initials in it that he could claim ‘here’s one I made earlier’!!!
We left Derek and Cathy’s at noon and went via La Marda to Tony and Angie’s. They drove us out to a beautiful nearby village surrounded by fields and farmland, then down to the harbour at Bogaz for drinks, where we saw Hassan and agreed to revisit his bar, followed by Stan the Bulgarian who let us have a quick nose around his boat.
Highlights this week include the Carpenters market the other side of Girne (which was almost washed out on Halloween) and the Mind, Body and Spirit class I went to with Cathy in Catalkoy, which was centred around ‘Abundance’. Although we almost didn’t make it there at all after the car got a puncture, then Ant sliced his finger to the bone and Cathy and I had to take one of the puppies to the vets when it got run over (or we suspect it was kicked). Not a good day at all.