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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!


Where do we come from, and where are we going?

Why do we photograph? For many reasons of course, but first amongst those is to freeze time. 1/60th second, remembered for ever. Passed on to the future. And that’s why getting your hands on the family stash of photographs is so overwhelming. You look back from the present to the past, and wonder about the future.

My parent's wedding day

Photos allow us to tell stories. Part of my father’s story is here. It must have been complicated in the early 60s… My parents were both foreign students in France. He English, she German. Having fallen in love he had to go to Germany to woo her. ¬†They spent much time zooming around on a velociped.

A croggy

Entente cordiale led to a wedding. Church ceremony in Cadolzburg, Franconia; Civil wedding in Sheen, London.

no 5 star hotels to get ready in those days

Onlookers at the Church: Guck' mal, der Englaender!

The happy couple

My Mum knew nothing of English wedding etiquette. So she wore a black suit to the civil ceremony. Looked pretty smart to my eyes!

Sheen, London

Grandparents on both sides

Of course! Honeymoon and nuptials:

3 days in Bournemouth

And a new life in the Shropshire hills

It seems my parents did a lot of camping...

And then the inevitable (well at least it is from my point of view…) is kids:

I think I'm laying down the law here...

And now my Dad lays down the law himself

A father and son moment, probably camping...

Blimey, that's me!

And then the past moves into the present. It’s my turn. Father becomes Grandfather, son becomes father.

The leap in the generations

Love, laughter, happiness. An ordinary story, but also a sliver of history, told through photos. Not bad for a 1/60th of a second. Keep your photos, and share them.

My father

My daughter.