A field of brassica

Today I took the dogs for a stroll around Darts Farm. It’s one of those ‘lifestyle’ type shops these days, but I remember it thirty years ago when it was simple farm shop, in a barn. It still grows and sells vegetables, and the shop sells local fish, meat, bakery and dairy products, for those who can afford to buy it.

They don’t mind you walking around their fields, I’m always surprised how few people actually do, except when the sunflowers are blooming and the maize maze is open to get lost in.Today I walked up this hill, unprepared for the amount of mud and wearing my best and only presentable boots, heyho.
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The weather was cold but bright and many of my iPhone photos are shooting straight into the sun.

The field on the right above was full of greens, ugh! When I was a kid greens were cabbage, cauliflower and Brussel sprouts, when did they get so complicated?

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I still won’t eat any of them, and I can spot the tiniest bit of cauliflower in the spiciest curry!
Strolling over the brow of the hill with the dogs disappearing in and out of the hedge chasing after real or fantasy rabbits, the hills to the east were in view.

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The maize still stood in skeletal rows.
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There were no squeals of delight from children running through, unable to see over the tops of the plants.
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The ground levels out and the iconic Topsham water tower stands across the river Clyst.
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The glow of yellow drew me off the path toward the wetlands.
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Where I could hear but not see geese and ducks, and the soft voices of anglers carried towards me.


Umbelliferous plants still held onto their creamy-white flowers.
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Sunflower remains.
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But the birds have had a real feast for weeks.
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We’ve nearly reached the main road now.

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I turn left at the bottom of the sunflower field.

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and look back at the way I’ve come, and at a field of leeks.
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It’s really only a little stroll, but rather lovely today.
Jo won’t be taking her usual Monday Walk this week, but I think she’d like mine, especially as there are plenty of luscious cakes to be found in Darts cafe.

You can find some more Monday exercise over at Amy’s place, she’s taken us to a rather arty cultural area of Austin, Texas. The hotels are too pricey for me but I’d like a wander there.

What are Santa’s little helper’s up to?

After dinner in town last night I wandered through Princesshay and this is what I saw.

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Someone else has been busy!

In the city centre, the finishing touches were being added to the Christmas lights. Just in time, because tonight is the official switch on and crowds of people will be there to watch. I had my own private peep, as the lovely installation guys were testing things.

The magic has arrived!

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,
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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.

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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.

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

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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!
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I like these though.
There were several stalls selling spices and herbs, some with leaflets explaining the medicinal properties, sadly no English versions.
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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 lost uh, misplaced is a great way of discovering a town so we weren’t concerned. Before long we found ourselves in a square, a bit sleepy but with an Italian restaurant – tut! that served our purpose very tastily.

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Then we were off exploring again, in and out of the narrow alleys until we reached the Praca.
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Tavira is a city of white towers and blue sky.
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A nice view across the river, to an Irish pub, Tavira is definitely cosmopolitan.
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This shiny Beetle was lurking in a back street, waiting for someone.

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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.

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.

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‘The eye that leaves the village sees further’ Maasai wisdom

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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.

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

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And they’re out and running along the beach.
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Come along at the back, you can do it!

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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.