Dinosaurs and sand between your toes
If you’re three years old and the beaches near home are grotty shingle, when you feel sand between your toes for the first time, it can be quite overwhelming, you have to pause and take it all in.
Especially if you’ve just met a life sized dinosaur and been on a train for the first time ever.
But when you’re one and a half, it’s still a bit mesmerising, but if daddy’s there to throw you up to the sky,
then everything is really good fun!
Black and White Sunday, Favourite
Paula at Lost in Translation says, ‘This week I want you to post a photo of your “favourite”. Be it a place, a thing, a person, a pastime or your holiday. Your favourite anything. Maybe the favourite shot you have taken and still haven’t published. The only requirement for this “favourite” is to make it black and white.’
This is Michael, my favourite uncle and I saw him recently for the first time in ages.
The Doors of Tavira
Last year, after a visit to Tavira in the Algarve, I posted about the interesting door knockers there. I always intended to post some photos of the equally interesting doors, but forgot all about it.
Any favourites? Mine is the one that say ‘6door’ when you hover over it.
Then I say Becky’s Thursday Doors post, which has beautiful doors from various places in Portugal, and a link to an earlier post with an almost identical photo to this one.
Like me she found it irresistible!
Do you have a passion for doors? I’ll always remember a silver one I saw in Rajasthan.
A Seascape Framed
Paula says,
If you want to participate in Thursday’s Special challenge, link to this post and leave me links to your entries in the comment section bellow. Yesterday I started a poll where you can vote for your favourite “shadow” entry. The poll will be opened till next Wednesday, 17 August. For further themes and events please consult the Scheduled challenges page.
Lazy Poet’s Thursday Haiku
Stones of the Solent
gathered by my G-babies
geology kids
Wordless Wednesday
Black and White Someday, from above
Sorry Paula, I’m last as usual. You’ll be pleased to know I don’t get vertigo and heights don’t bother me.
Paula is way higher than me, in Lisbon, with view I’d like to see. But I’m rather fond of Exeter Quay and you might like it too.
You can join Black and White Sunday at Lost in Translation.
Fungi in the park
I’ve been watching this fungi in the park for a couple of weeks, wondering what it is. It’s growing on an oak tree that was planted in 1911, to mark the coronation of George V and Queen Mary. The tree has had an interesting time of it, in the summer of 2009, it cracked down through its middle. Tree surgeons were able to rescue it, by reducing the crown, they say it will last another hundred years.
When I saw the fungus, I though it looked like a batch of currant buns! From what I discovered, it seems I was on the right lines.
I think they are a kind of bracket fungus, with Bread Roll Fungus for it’s common name. Unless you know any different?
Six Word Saturday
Cath is a very historic rhino
Lucid Gypsy 