
Month: November 2015
Benches for Jude
I found this funny little bench on Sunday and thought of Jude. I was out for lunch, somewhere I’d never been before in south Devon, disappointing and I won’t be going back, but there were a few things to see.
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Jude’s theme this month is either Autumn or benches with messages or plaques, I’ve got both for you today Jude! First of all so that you can see what it says,

And then in situ. I know Jude liked the walk I posted here, so I think this is one she’d actually like to visit.

If you have a bench to share join in here.
A Little more of Tavira
The day after we arrived in Tavira, my friend and I went to the market, catching the local bus. We had learnt that both the Linha Azul and Linha Vermelha buses stopped close to our apartment, at the Estacao. For a couple of euros we bought a ticket that allowed us to get on and off all day.
The Municipal Market like any other, is best visited early in the morning, but I’d had my walk around town, so the bus dropped us nearby at around noon. I’d been careful to fix landmarks in my head from the bus, but we knew they were frequent and planned to jump on another in about an hour, and see where it led us.
Although it was winding down for the day, there was still lots to see there. The building itself was modern and very well designed.

The array of fresh fruit and veggies was wonderful, but we were only having breakfast in our apartment so we didn’t buy.


Of course the local honey was a necessity for breakfast!
The Algarve is renowned for its fishing, so there was an abundance of the freshest and choicest on sale.
There were fish I’ve never seen before, some of which I wouldn’t want to try, the shiny eel-like ones for instance!

I like these though.
There were several stalls selling spices and herbs, some with leaflets explaining the medicinal properties, sadly no English versions.

We left the market, hungry and walked back to where we got off the bus, to travel on round the circuit, hoping for fish for lunch. The sun was full on and we soaked it up, summer at home hadn’t been very hot. We waited, nothing happened. There was hardly a soul around and not much traffic. We checked the sign and our bus map, yes both red and blue routes stopped here, including on Saturdays. After perhaps half an hour we started walking, back towards the market and in the direction of the river, it runs through the town so we couldn’t go far wrong. Getting ever so slightly

Then we were off exploring again, in and out of the narrow alleys until we reached the Praca.

Tavira is a city of white towers and blue sky.

A nice view across the river, to an Irish pub, Tavira is definitely cosmopolitan.

This shiny Beetle was lurking in a back street, waiting for someone.

Here she is! It makes me very happy if I see a bride when I’m in a different country, and just look at the pure joy on her face, I love her bouquet of sea shells too.
We couldn’t hang around any longer as we had to rush up the hill to the Egreja in time for the Fado performance, but the atmosphere in Tavira was great. I’ll be back with some more about the city soon.
Six Word Saturday

My prayers are with Paris today.

Maasai Cricket Warriors Against FGM ~ Warning: this post comes with a Sensitive Subject Sticker
Tish has written very powerfully on a subject close to my heart . If you don’t know the truth about FGM please read, and even if you think you do, please read. If you can share on Facebook, Twitter or re-blog – from Tish’s original please do. If young Maasai men can spread the word so can we.
Thank you Tish.
‘The eye that leaves the village sees further’ Maasai wisdom
Photo courtesty of https://www.justgiving.com/MaasaiCricketWarriors/
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It’s already been shown in Hollywood, but today in London sees the release of Warriors, a documentary by Barney Douglas. From next week there will be star showings across the UK, so if you have a chance to see it, do. You will see a glimpse of real, magnificent, originally-minded Africa, and not only that, 45% of the film’s proceeds will go towards one of the best community causes I can think of – changing attitudes to a rite that these young Maasai men say must go – female genital mutilation, aka female circumcision or FGM.
The stars of the film are a team of cricket playing Maasai warriors. They’ve been playing since 2009, and their ambition was to play at Lords, which they did this summer. They are a fine sight to behold…
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Victory . . .
. . . over the elements, the coach, the lack of fitness?
As many of you know, I often head for the coast at Exmouth straight from work on a summer evening. Quite frequently, while I sit and fill my tummy with fish and chips, a group of people are down there on the sand exercising like crazy.
Over on the east end of the beach is Orcombe Point, the cliffs there are red sandstone and they mark the beginning of the Jurassic coast. If the tide is out you can walk around the rocks to a separate beach or at the top of the cliffs walk the South West Coast Path to Sandy Bay, Budleigh Salterton, Ladram, Sidmouth and beyond.
It’s from around these cliffs that my victors appear. I expect that sometimes they run along the sand, but just as often they paddle, wade or swim around to Exmouth.

Note the guy in black, he’s the coach and as the Commando camp is nearby, I wonder if he is a Royal Marine.


And they’re out and running along the beach.

Come along at the back, you can do it!

Just when they think they’re in the clear, he has them back in the sea.
This lazy Gypsy’s only exercise is walking, so I’m totally in awe of this group. They are all ages, shapes and sizes, but they have a common goal, VICTORY . . . over the elements, the coach and the lack of fitness!
Victory is the theme for this weeks photo challenge over at the Daily Post.
Rosemoor, a Garden in Autumn
Three years ago this week, I guess it’s Throwback Friday
I’ve been again and it of course it was perfect, it just never disappoints. I’ll let the photos show you.
Lazy Poet’s Thursday Haiku

Dried up and washed up
left barren on the seashore
beauty still lingers
Wordless Wednesday

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week 174
Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve done Julia’s challenge, I’m a bit rusty.
This is what she has to say.
With November well on it’s way, we are seeing many celebrations – bonfire night, Remembrance / Veterans Day, Diwali and soon Thanksgiving. Picking up this theme the prompt for this week’s 100WCGU is a photo of a bush in my garden. For me it signifies the blazing light and colour of the season.
And the photo,

A Somme Rescue
Helen took some coffee to her brother as he worked in their mum’s garden.
‘David’, she shrieked at him, ‘what’ve you done? That was Granddad’s favourite shrub, he brought the cutting from that cemetery at the Somme. Mum’ll be heartbroken, stop.’
He brought the fork down hard on the exposed roots.
‘It’s dying’, he said, tossing the shrub in the wheelbarrow, ‘look in my boot.’
Six healthy young plants made her smile, ‘David you . . .’
‘Propagated enough to share with all the family, yes. Just in time, it wasn’t thriving, high PH.’
A small tear trickled down Helen’s cheek.