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The view from my window…

Dawn view

Dawn view

There’s nothing like a good view to revitalise the spirits, and this was our Croatian view for the 2 week summer vac. Slow down, breathe deeply, relax, leave the city behind…

Breakfast lunch and dinner

Breakfast lunch and dinner

Given that I am a Brit living in Britain, eating outside is not the norm. So this is just bliss. Just add bread, cheese, tomato salad, and a glass of wine.

A spot for lazing

A spot for lazing

And when it gets too hot, cool off.

And when it gets too hot, cool off.

An olive tree means hot weather. It’s become a symbol of holiday destinations and holiday mood.

This one's a youngster

This one’s a youngster

If we tire of the pool we just head down to the beach for a dip there (and ice cream, maybe a beer…) Watch the boats come in.

This much colour must scare the fish off...!

This much colour must scare the fish off…!

The day ends, as it must, with a sunset. But on holiday they always seem so glorious!

Sunset in Cavtat

Sunset in Cavtat

 

Lastly the moonrise, and a whole new seascape view opens up before us. Not bad for a view from our window…

Final view before sleep

Final view before sleep


It’s all Greek to me…

“TOTES-AMAZE-BALLS!” said the young whippersnapper.

Well, that’s one way to describe a cocktail, and once I’d worked out that this was a compliment, I made sure I ordered myself one. After all, when in Rome…

…except this was Greece. Time for a short break, thanks to a wedding on the beach, bit of sun, swim, and touristy mayhem, to lighten an English summer.

The Happy Couple

The Happy Couple

I love a good wedding – everyone is so happy! And smiley! And that was true for this occasion, personified by the most smilingly gorgeous bride I have ever come across (apart from Mrs P, of course). The new Mrs Lock simply beamed. Happiness radiation. Doug (aka Mr Lock) is a lucky man, he will be kept forever warm by her smile.

the happy couple, being happy!

the happy couple, being happy!

Smiling is contagious (as are those cocktails)!

Smiling is contagious (as are those cocktails)!

he'll catch on when he gets older

he’ll catch on when he gets older

girls get it

girls get it

that smile didn't fade one iota the whole day...

that smile didn’t fade one iota the whole day…

But back to the Greek sayings…. Having learnt how to compliment a cocktail by a youngster we needed to introduce some language of our own (to show we weren’t too decrepit to communicate with all the twenty-somethings.) Luckily this is where having teen children, who constantly speak in jargon, is useful. So, navigating around the island in the hire car I was “on it, like a car bonnet”. Diving into the beautiful sea from the side of our boat was as delightful as “jam on toast”. I rest my case, I can talk as much utter nonsense as the rest of them….

Shipwreck beach

Shipwreck beach

The blue caves

The blue caves

lunchtime view

lunchtime view

the young ones

the young ones

Can't resist a boat on a beach...

Can’t resist a boat on a beach…

Mind you, I did have a blond moment. On a small dirt road our progress was halted by a flock of goats. “Look at the cojones on that one!” I exclaimed in shock and awe. To much mirth from the 3 ladies in the back of the car who gleefully pointed out that I was looking at a female goat and had got my anatomy mixed up…. Blond moment number two belonged to another whippersnapper. Surrounded by yet another beautiful olive grove she wondered out loud how it was that the locals extracted the olive oil from the leaves of the trees…

Fancy a game?

Fancy a game?

Our local beach

Our local beach

The best phrase of the weekend also went to one of the ladies. As the hire car struggled to get up the hill, slowing and fading fast, it was apparent that then engine couldn’t cope with the weight… “Think skinny!!!” she shouted, and amazingly, the car perked up and the engine soared. The power of positive thinking – clearly a result of all that smiling… A thought I shall hold onto as we returned from 36 degrees in Zakynthos to 16 degrees in Gatwick… Bring on the summer!

The Wedding Bower

The Wedding Bower – good luck to the Locks!


Northumberland- a blast from the past!

Memory is serendipity. The last post was on Hogwarts, and that got me thinking to Alnwick castle, to Northumberland, where we went on holiday many years ago. And that brought memories flooding back. What a place! Big empty space – lots of room to breathe. I loved it.

Big, deserted, sands.

Bamburgh, big, deserted, sands.

This is where the family split themselves laughing as I got caught by a wave – a big one, soaked me, too intent on my Bronica to notice the tide; where the kids were scared to venture out in the open top boat until we got to the Farne Islands – surrounded by puffins in the air and seals in the water; and where we visited the Poison Garden in the castle, where every plant can kill you…

puffin on the run

puffin on the run

This place is wild & deserted, not so easy anymore in the UK. Sit on this bench and you can still imagine the Vikings storming the beach. Might not hang around for long if they did….!

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My keenest memory is of dawn at Dunstanburgh castle. My first truly photographic moment. I knew the photo I wanted to take, and had got up early to catch it. And blow me down, there were two people on the beach already when I got there. The cheek! I marched up next to them, set up the tripod and claimed the spot. Then I started to recognise one of the interlopers. Bloody hell, I’d barged in on no other photographic guru than Joe Cornish, and I’d virtually shoved him out of the way….! Too late, the beach and the snap was mine.

Dunstanburgh, at dawn.

Dunstanburgh, at dawn.

(I’ve met Joe since. He doesn’t remember me, but I remember him…) Swiftly, I moved elsewhere…

Holy Island

Holy Island

But what of the family? They remember none of this. They remember running on beaches, laughing together. And these are surely the more important moments. They will mean nothing to anyone else, but they mean everything to me. Northumberland – fotos, fun and laughter.

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(My 101st post. Thanks for reading. Hope you’re enjoyed them. Tom)


Jewels too huge to lift…, must be Iceland!

I may have mentioned in an earlier post that Iceland is a pretty wild place. As a result I may have suggested that Mrs P, who is a city girl and likes her creature comforts, would not be hugely amused by cold rain-soaked beaches at dawn. I may even have sighed that “there is nothing for my wife here…” But I would have been wrong. I mean – look at the size of these crystals… diamonds the size of bricks!!!

beach bergs

beach bergs

ice diamond

ice diamond

Now what girl isn’t going to get excited by a such a glittering rock! Isn’t this what girls’ dreams are made of…?

Swarovski jewel

abandoned jewel

just lying there, waiting to bee found...

just lying there, waiting to be found…

Ok, ok, ok. I know that by the time Mrs P had got a jewel like this on her finger it would have melted away into watery nothingness. Let’s say these icy crystals are simply inspiration. They make me think of Swarovski. The size, the colour, the drama – yes, Swarovski!

definitely Swarovski inspiration

definitely Swarovski inspiration

If I were a jeweller, I would get myself out here straight away to have a look at these wild and wacky crystals. Form, texture, colour. All on a black beach, stunning….

icy blue glow

icy blue glow

crystallised water

crystallised water

Come on Mrs Swarovski! get out to Iceland and check out the jewels. Even better, why don’t you send me to take a whole series of photos for you of wonderful multicoloured ice, smashed by the waves, smoothed by the sun, gleaming and glittering on a beach. I promise you inspiration, and your resulting jewellery would make Mrs P a very happy woman indeed!

beached ice fish

beached ice fish

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Costa Brava – at its best when everyone is asleep.

Aigue-Xellata cove. Exquisite...
Aigue-Xellata cove. Exquisite…

Getting up is so hard, especially when the weather is so grim and grey! I long for the lazy days of summer. Mind you, lazy is of course a relative term. On holiday the younger Pecks, and indeed Mrs Peck, are not early risers. That is my time. Up and out as early as I can,  go catch that photograph!

The coastal walk

The coastal walk

I do love the early morning feeling – especially when there’s no-one about. The light is gorgeous, it’s warm but not hot. Bliss.

Sa Tuna beach (early morning)

Sa Tuna beach (early morning)

On this particular morning I had watched a cormorant herd a shoal of tiny fish (sardines?) towards the shore, just by that chair, until they leapt out of the water in their escape anguish. Missed it with my camera – mostly because I wasn’t quite aware of what was happening until the fish tried to fly. Quite incredible.

Panorama of Sa Tuna, Costa Brava

Panorama of Sa Tuna, Costa Brava

(The eagle-eyed will see evidence of the photographer in the pic above -look closely…)

Our villa was just on the other side of that hill you see in the left hand distance. And once the Peck tribe did get up we decided to come across the hill, to this village, to have a (very) late lunch. Should have been easy, wasn’t….

The coastal view around Sa Tuna

The coastal view around Sa Tuna

Daughters have minds of their own. And my daughter was determined to cross the hill wearing flip-flop Birkenstocks. Every 20 metres we would have to stop and remove yet another stone. The complaining was vociferous. The crickets were drowned out! Without the car, we knew that the only way to return was the same way we had come… Which meant buying appropriate shoes first, then hiking back.

I prefer the family asleep whilst I venture out to take photos…

(I swam through that arch...)

(I swam through that arch…)

Early risers at the beach

Early risers at the beach

So, forget the grim grey days of January, and remember/look forward to the warm days of July and August. And let the rest of the family sleep…, they don’t know what they’re missing.

Dawn seascape

Dawn seascape


The Norfolk fog isn’t going to stop me!

Holkham beach, early morning

The weather doesn’t have to be glorious to reveal the beauty of the landscape. However, on a recent long weekend in Norfolk, the weather was so miserably wet, dank, dark, foggy, dingy, misty and downright sodden, that I had to battle against every normal human inclination to haul myself out of bed to go and take photos. Alone, of course, as the rest of the family were far too wise to get up so early….

Dawn at Holkham

And who can blame them…? It was cold, very. And wet….

Wells Next The Sea

Tide out. Boats ride the sand waves

So, here’s the dilemma: is it better to stay in bed – warm, soft, dreamy…, or to get out there into the freezing fog and go and see something that might be remembered for ever…?

Beach huts at Wells next The Sea

Actually, I’m not the only idiot to choose the latter and freeze in the fog. This beach, shrouded in mist, was surprisingly busy, even at 7 in the morning. Dog walkers, refuse collectors, early morning twitchers (ha! they were optimists in the gloom… you could hear the birds, just couldn’t see them!) people just out for a stroll. Atmospheric.

cold spider’s web

more beach huts

Can you guess what one of these beach huts costs? Have a go…., don’t look on to the next sentence, have a guess….

£67,000….       each.

Clearly I need to come back in high summer and check out how a hut can be worth so much…

But I do think one thing is undeniable. Even in the frankly miserable weather, the Norfolk cost is most definitely, beautiful.

How much!?!

Now, how about waking up that lazy family of mine! I demand a cooked breakfast!!!

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Turkey – photographs from paradise…

What does paradise mean to you?

Beach Feet

For me, I love a mix of beach, culture, wine/beer (depending on how hot it is), fun for the kids, and a bit of excitement thrown in. All of these are readily available in Turkey. For Mrs Peck you need to add shopping, so that’s where we should start – in the market…

Kemal Ataturk welcoming us to the bazaar!

Must be a bargain here somewhere…

But enough of that! What about the culture, the history, the sights and the sites & the stories? Let’s start with the high-brow. Every evening we were plunged into Turkish delight, and I must admit – I really enjoyed it!

an ancient dance

Immy, not one to pass up a chance to show off, thought she could do better:

Dancer!!!

Once the evening culture had been fully appreciated, it was time to get up very early morning to beat the crowds to the classic culture. Ephesus, truly astounding, one of the Wonders of the Ancient World. Well, the Temple of Artemis to be precise. That’s crumbled, but no problem – there is still much to wonder at.

it’s HUGE!!!

I asked everyone what sort of Greek/Turk they would want to be. To my surprise, everyone said philosopher. So I got everyone to pose. I show these pix, not because of any artistic merit, but simply because it shows up the vanity of family and friends. Here goes:

Aha! Charles, The Thinker…

Immy. Started thinking, ended up dancing, again.

Mark – no thinking cap, thinking sunglasses!

Matthew – cut the bull, I’m a gladiator!

And me? Well, I’m an actor by heart. So I got into the, still fully functioning, theatre, and gave some impromptu Shakespeare (“Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears….”) much to the surprise of the Japanese tourists who had just arrived from the cruise ship…

This place is awesome, (in the correct sense of the word)

What a beautiful place! We were there in May, and the poppies were out. Colour and scent everywhere.

On the road, next to our hosts’ villa.

Can’t beat an olive tree for character.

So thank you to our good friends, the Aldersons, for inviting us to come over. And thank you to Turkey for being lovely, inviting, generous and exciting. Not a bad mix for Paradise…

Dusk at the beach

(And I haven’t even got to the sky-diving, safari water gun shoot out, steak eating competition, or Zeus’s cave…! A later blog, no doubt…)