A Word a Week Photo Challenge – Island

It seems I preempted this week’s challenge when I published my post on Santorini a couple of weeks ago. This weeks Word a Week Photo Challenge set by Sue over at A Word In Your Ear is ‘Island.’

So, I thought I’d take you to another beautiful Greek island, Crete. We spent 3 weeks there a few years ago staying in a wonderful villa with its own pool and views over the ocean. Many a pleasant evening was spent eating dinner on the balcony of my room, drinking the local red wine or the lethal Greek Metaxa, as the sun set casting a pink glow over the town below.

Yet another place I would love to go back to.








The Blue and White Island.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAYou know how some blog posts just pour from your mind fully formed, you hit the keyboard and there it is in front of you. You also know those blog posts that just won’t happen. You know what you want to write about, you know how it needs to go down on the page but for some inexplicable reason it just won’t happen.

Well, this post is one of the latter. I’ve been trying to write a post on Santorini since I first started this blog almost a year ago (hard to imagine I’ve been doing this for nearly 12 months now). I knew what I wanted to say, about the island and its history, but for some reason I just couldn’t put it together.

I still can’t but I’m waiting no longer, I’ll give you the shortened version of what I’ve been trying to compose all these months.

For years Santorini was at the top of my ‘to do – eventually’ list.

During my forties and fifties, while studying Ancient History for my degree, I’d learnt all about the history of the island. I’d studied the Minoan civilisation and seen the pictures of the magnificent wall paintings that had survived from that time, I’d learnt about the eruption of the volcano, one of the largest volcanic eruptions in recorded history, that destroyed a larger island and created the current caldera, and of course I’d seen the famous photos of this blue and white island in many gift shops.

But at that point in my life a trip to this beautiful Greek island was an unrealistic dream.

Then …..

Things changed, life moved on and in 2007 I got to sail over that caldera, gazing, speechless, from the rails of the ferry, at the sheer cliffs topped by the capital of the island, Fira, that we were heading for.

Up to this point, nowhere else that I’ve visited has had such a profound effect on me. I’ve been to some wonderful places, seen some brilliant scenery and experienced different cultures but nothing has come close to the emotional effect this place had on me.

There were tears in my eyes, but I couldn’t put into words how I felt. I still don’t think I can.









Not goodbye - just au revoir

Not goodbye – just au revoir

Of Ancient Rocks and Games

Good intentions are just not enough sometimes. I fully intended to write this post during the Olympics. I knew the angle I was going to take and, let’s face it, not only did I have the two weeks of the actual events in which to get it on to the page but there was quite a long time before that when we all knew it was going to happen. I could have been more prepared and got it written. But I wasn’t and I didn’t. So, here you are, a little late but useful information all the same.

Australian olympic sailors off the Jurassic Coast

I’m sure I was squinting at the television when I was watching the Olympic sailing events recently. Do I need new glasses you might be asking. Well, no actually, I was just trying to get a better view of the coastline behind the boats. Although several hours from the hub of Olympic activity in London, the guys and girls who seem to love the thrill of ocean sailing definitely got lucky as far as venue was concerned, I used to live around there so I know what I’m talking about.

The Jurassic Coast, stretching 95 miles from Exmouth in the west to Old Harry Rocks in Studland Bay in the east, was designated England’s first and only natural World Heritage Site in December 2001. It was quite fitting that this ancient landscape should be chosen to play its part in the 2012 Olympics by hosting the sailing, one of the oldest sports to be part of the Olympic movement.

Durdle Door, Dorset

I’m going to quote the Jurassic Coast website here because they say this much better than I could. ‘It is the only place on Earth where 185 million years of the Earth’s history are sequentially exposed in dramatic cliffs, secluded coves, coastal stacks and barrier beaches. The ‘tilt’ of the rock creates a unique ‘walk through time’ from 250 million to 65 million years ago, through the Triassic, Jurassic and Cretaceous periods as you walk eastwards along the site.’

This area has a huge range of attractions for all members of the family and when we lived here we were never short of somewhere to head to on a weekend. From beaches rich in fossils to World War II test sites, from traditional seaside resorts to the source of stone used in St Pauls Cathedral.

The seafront at Swanage

For 12 months, in the late 1990s, we lived in Swanage. This is one of those towns so typically British. No one does the seaside quite like the British. Complete with a row of bathing huts, a promenade that is closed to traffic in the summer months and a steam train that takes you through the beautiful countryside on the Isle of Purbeck with magnificent views of the ruins of Corfe Castle, I have very fond memories of our time there. As a bonus, from the front windows of the flat we were renting we had views over the Solent to the Isle of Wight, on a clear day that is, and the writer within me liked this sort of inspiration.

Some of my favourite spots along this ancient coastline which you MUST visit if you ever get the chance are:

  • Old Harry Rocks and Durdle Door – ancient rock formations.
  • Lulworth Cove – a natural horse-shoe shaped harbour created over 10,000 years ago.

    Lulworth Cove, Dorset

  • Kimmeridge – the bay here has been a source of shale since Roman times.
  • Chesil Beach – 18 miles long and separated from the mainland in most places by a saline lagoon. This beach was used as the testing place for World War II ‘bouncing bombs.’ The times we were there it was always windy and cold, but the fishing’s supposed to be good.

    Chesil Beach

  • Lyme Regis – with its ‘Cobb’, made famous in the films The French Lieutenant’s Woman and Persuasion. Packed in the summer, blustery but atmospheric in the winter, they do great fish and chips.

    The ‘Cobb’ Lyme Regis

  • The Isle of Portland – famous since Roman times for its Portland stone.
  • Charmouth – go fossil hunting on the beach here.

    Charmouth Beach

  • Chain ferry – not really part of the Jurassic Coast but if you’re coming from the Bournemouth end take the chain ferry from Sandbanks across to Studland Bay. An excellent experience and a shorter route than driving around. A bit of advice though – in the summer months there can be long queues at both ends so be prepared.

Paris in July: A surprising discovery.

Not a long post this one but I had to share, and how appropriate for Paris in July. It’s always surprising the places that you stumble across when you’re not even looking.

This morning I had to go into the city of Perth. I don’t go very often, there’s never much need to, but today I had to go boot shopping (more about that later) and I ventured further up Hay St than I normally do.

After becoming completely befuddled by the whole array of gear available for trekkers (and the cost, incidentally) I was in desperate need of a coffee. There was a coffee shop a couple of doors away, excellent, I could sit and mull over my options in regard to the boots.

Well, did I find a gem – a FRENCH coffee shop. And I mean a PROPER FRENCH coffee shop. The owners are French, several of the waitstaff are French and the food is French.

This coffee shop, sorry Boulangerie & Patisserie, is called Jean Pierre Sancho and has apparently been in Perth since 2010. Its origins lie in the medieval town of Lodeve in the South of France, where the Sancho bakery has been in existence since 1904.

Apart from the Hay St establishment, there is one in St Georges Tce and another in Northbridge. When I’d finished my shopping I did go back and by a baguette to take home for lunch, I resisted the tempting array of pastries, but next time I might have to treat myself – for there will be a next time. If you’re anywhere near, I would highly recommend a visit.

Paris in July: Circa 52BC

Did you ever consider that Parisians could be speaking Italian and be called Lutetians? No, I guess not. Doesn’t have quite the same allure, does it? But it could have happened, if the Roman Empire hadn’t collapsed in a heap.

Amongst the many books relating to Paris– novels set in Paris, French cookbooks, French tourist tomes, memoirs of famous French residents and those from other countries who have chosen to make France their home – one ancient literary endeavour may have been overlooked. Julius Caesar was probably the first author to use France (or to be precise, Gaul, which includes a few other modern countries) as the backdrop for his de Bello Gallico, a series of commentaries on the Gallic Wars. Now I’m sure you don’t need me boring you with a history lesson, suffice to say that, like any author, Caesar had an agenda. His commentaries were pure political propaganda aimed at establishing his military reputation. Worth a read if you like history.

But, back to the Lutetians. The name Paris stems from the Parisii, a Celtic tribe that inhabited the area around the Ȋle de la Cité from the first to the third century BC. However, in 52BC, when the Parisii broke their agreement with the Romans in order to support the Gallic war leader Vercingetorix, the city was captured and burned by the Romans and a new town Lutetia established on the Left Bank of the Seine It was not until the decline of the Roman Empire in the third century AD that the name Paris was resurrected. So, as I said there was a possibility that we could have been celebrating Lutetia in July!

The Louvre is home to a wonderful array of Roman artefacts and the busts of several Roman Emperors. Not half as attractive as the current Parisians though 🙂

Emperor Hadrian

Marcus Aurelius

Septimius Severus

Paris in July: Paris on an angle

Magique Eiffel

I’ve always loved Paris and have been lucky enough to visit there three times. The first was many, many years ago with two very young daughters and a husband (now ex) in tow. We were travelling round Europe in a campervan and we had a ball. Somehow as we drove into Paris we managed to run straight into the Arc de Triomphe, well, not literally but you know what I mean. Stressful or what? Now I’m not sure whose fault it was that the said husband ended up having to negotiate the organised chaos that is the traffic around that monument, but as the navigator I feel that, at this late stage, I should possibly bear some responsibility. I think we missed the turn off to the Bois de Boulogne at the previous roundabout. Anyway he did an amazing job while I closed my eyes and eventually we made our way back to the Bois de Boulogne and the camp site.

That was in March, the second time I visited it was late September and finally two years ago I was there in July. Although Paris in summer is wonderful unfortunately it is also full to brimming with tourists!

Whatever time of the year you visit though, the architecture in this city is amazing. Whether it’s the Notre-Dame Cathedral, that Gothic masterpiece with its Gallery of Kings and its gargoyles, the nineteenth century Eiffel Tower with its 1200 pieces fitting neatly together or the modern glass pyramid of the Louvre, you can’t help but be in awe.

Pictures of these Paris landmarks are easily recognisable but would you pick them from these photos? I’ve also thrown in a couple of photos of Paris buildings taken from a slightly different angle – they’re probably easily recognisable as Paris but just a different perspective. What’s your favourite Paris building?

How many of those 1200 pieces can you count here?


Yes, it’s part of the pyramid.


You probably got this one of Notre-Dame


The hanging gardens of …… no, not Babylon!


View from above.