[caption id="attachment_2698" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] Fish market[/caption] [caption id="attachment_2691" align="alignleft" width="300"] Dar Sinclair[/caption] [caption id="attachment_2695" align="alignleft" width="300"] Painting in the American Legation[/caption] [caption id="attachment_2696" align="aligncenter" width="1024"] Early morning view from my room[/caption] Tangier is a wonderful ‘edge city’ at the border between north and south where Europe meets Africa looking not only to the Mediterranean but also the furious Atlantic, we have two seas my taxi driver said when talking of fishing. Language becomes blurred as Arabic and French overlap English and Spanish such is the international cultural crossroads built up since the fifth century. Attracting extraordinary depth of writers experimenting with their art ...
To use ones own two feet to move between the boats and trains of the Adriatic has to be a privilege if only because nothing can be quick and time and patience are required in equal measures. Not that we felt ever burdened by delay or under estimating our journey. Above all the contact with the warm terrain and waters was profound. Corfu life can be a cliche: but leave the developed seaboards and within minutes the raw and wonderful legacy left from years of Italian occupation are in full focus with not much touched by those emerging from the ...
A small well formed group of artist wannabes crept to the ruin at Barbanichos, a special place owned by friends on the lower slopes of Pantokrator mountain on Corfu as it descends to the Ionian Sea above Avalki. We imported soft music and furniture to create the most wonderful impromptu studio as we hid from the impending storm for a lesson on vanishing points and simple watercolour shading. The staggering view over the Adriatic the Albanian hills provided material spied through the stone apertures of the ruin and everyone was absorbed by the atmosphere. Instant creativity ensued. The ...
Taking to the paths of south west France, wandering from village to village with the prospect of lunch in shirtsleeves on that predictable pavement table and perhaps a dip in the river afterwards, takes on a whole new reality when the rain is more horizontal than it it is ever feels back home and our feet are wet. Well nearly all the time anyway. That means sketching becomes damp and blobby, very intermittent and somewhat less satisfying. But no! its fun and we had such a different time getting out the whole time walking all over the place, picking walnuts with ...
Anyone strolling voluntarily within near range of a Russian border might be foolhardy, mad or simply curious for Georgia is one of those tiny wedges of a country at the end of the Black Sea partly occupied by Russia (in their inimitable style) as well as a northern border that ranges across the High Caucasus in which we we walking. Thankfully the mountains were high enough and ice clad with glaciers - albeit they were retreating - to act as a useful barrier for both the indigenous... and their guests. We pressed on into those massives at a level about ...
A small project at home this week of the Coronation was to create a scareking, so the village have chosen to call it. So we obliged by going to the wardrobe in the barn and stuffing feed bags and tights with straw. Installations are such fun especially if short lived and fit the moment. [caption id="attachment_2515" align="alignleft" width="768"] King Charles gardening at Panshayne Farm Yarcombe[/caption] And so this is how he turned up - to trim my hedge in time to make it smart for the 6th May 2023. He was remarkably agile and obviously had lots of practice at Highgrove whilst ...
Everyday for ten days the rhythm was much the same. Enjoyable and arduous in equal measure and without doubt cathartic after a nasty bout of covid in the confines of the West Country. As I make my way from Le Puy en Velay in the Auvergne and at five-thirty in the morning the rousings of fellow walkers would start: so that by first light we could step into the freshness of the day well before the unforgiving sun took hold. Breakfast maybe a scratchy apology for nourishment as we clambered to get out to take full advantage of the early part of ...
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Who would ever have thought that to follow trails through a grecian mountain range might beat those azure blue island beaches and all the sun that goes with it. Well we did both and the novelty of the hills alive with no-one was a delight. Staying in high villages of a lost age where the building are fine and the aspects tremendous but alas devoid of the young and proper activity or even a shop. So that might be a detraction, though not really as we found the solitude of the hills, the ravines and the wonderful trees, a place ...
If we couldn't get abroad we had to return to the old hunting grounds on the Cornish coast. The trick was to avoid the traffic and to get into a spot away from those who would normally be in the med. That was only possible by leaving a eleven at night and booking the lodgings two years ago and we squeezed north and south in all weathers. We got jabbed by the wind, jabbed by the rain and nothing else to worry about but food and our maps. Doubly good for the soul. Helford on the Lizard side - as glorious ...
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