Turkish nights

A couple of posts ago an lady called anonymous had a bit of a moan about not being mentioned in the context of our recent family holiday.

I have reason to believe it's the lady in the middle of this photograph, although it might be the lady on the left.
(It can't be the lady on the right,'cos she is often within arms reach of me and would just slap me if she was offended. She wouldn't do it anonymously on this blog).

Anyway, Lorraine, Jane, Dannie, Ash, Robby, Olly, Jodie, Pete, Jason, Jane, Imogen, Callum and Zack.............thank-you one and all for your part in a cracking holiday.

Magico Bronzo indeed.

New Show

Spent most of today hanging an exhibition with friends and fellow artists.
For a couple of hours all that could be heard was the clump of hammers on picture hooks, punctuated with the odd softer thwack and muted swearing.

By the time we stopped for lunch, the combined efforts of thirteen artists were pretty much where the curators wanted them.

I have gone very ART this time, even producing an installation ! Part of "Ghost Bike" is pictured above.

If you want to see the finished piece, and are in the vicinity of Blickling Hall during the next month, drop in. The show is open Wednesday to Sunday, 10.00m till 4.00, till the 24th September............Or there will be pictures on here from tomorrow evening !

The private view is Wednesday evening, 5.30 to 8.30, bring your own mug and a bun.

Oh, and I nearly forgot, this evening I went to a private view at the Sheringham Little Theatre. The exhibition of Karen Bethell's photographs is a little gem. If you are passing by don't miss this collection of warmly observed moments of humanity.

Close one

Shave that is.

I can heartily recommend the full shave and haircut service at the Moonstar Barbers in Hisaronu.

I especially enjoyed having my eyebrows plucked with what looked like dental floss, (I could be mistaken here, because the tears streaming down my face made it hard to see), and the use of a burning swab with meths on it which was utilised to burn away the hairs from inside and outside my ears. Lush.

The Barber and his mate were chuckling away in Turkish the whole time. I guess that some of the treatments are reserved just for tourists. I know I looked a complete twat some of the time, because although I couldn't see them through the salty mist, I could hear my wife, daughter and son laughing and dragging people from across the street to come and watch.

However, after the full service, including a neck and shoulder massage, I felt as smooth as a baby's bum, and I smelt like a whole grove of Lemon's.
All for less than six quid !

Oh, and by the way, I don't know why he has put shaving foam on my forehead either......................I think I better be on my own at the next full moon.

Back

In truth, we returned a week ago. It has taken a week to get the admin done and return to home mode.

So, Turkey; Fantastic weather, so hot in the middle of the day that you have to scuttle from one shady patch to the next, like a beetle,or that bloke in the Fosters advert. Scenery, rugged and majestic, ocean so clear you can see the sea bed thirty feet below you. People happy, friendly, helpful and tolerant of mono-linguistic Brits.

Market traders, hilarious....."Cheap Shop, Cheap Shite, Cheaper than Asda, Cheaper than Shoplifting", yelled repeatedly at the top of the lungs in 45+ heat, all day.
Or another guy shouting "Only looking Mate", over and over. When I went to have a word with him it transpired that was all the English he could speak. His Boss told me that he employed the guy to make fun of the Brit tourists ! Brilliant.

One tiny irritation though, I was offered 500 camels for my wife and daughter.
I wasn't offended, but I thought they were worth at least 650.

The photo is Olu Deniz beach at sunset, I'd go back tomorrow.

On a break

Here's an image of someone leading a horse to water at Holkham beach.

I don't know if she made it drink...........

big silver bird fly across sky...................

Everyone here is a bit excited today, 'cos on Thursday morning we fly off to Turkey on holiday.

I see from the hit map that some of you visitors are from that part of the world, any tips for first time visitors to Turkey ?

We are staying near Olu Deniz........and you know how I like a good beach.

out and about

Lots of photographic work over the last couple of days, including shooting some seascapes down in Suffolk for a magazine.
The image above was taken at a relatively early hour today, on Dunwich beach. Well worth the 6.00am alarm to get down there and use the light.

Now, those East Anglians amongst you will know of some minor rivalry between the county I hope will one day adopt me (Norfolk), and the place where my wife and daughter were born (Suffolk).
I know parts of both counties well, and try to remain as impartial as I can given the possibilities for domestic mutiny. (Even more likely when you consider that my large strawberry blonde son is Norfolk bred and born).
However, it would appear that Norfolk has won.

WHY ? you ask, CAN'T HAVE ! say you Suffolk folk.

I answer with the unbelievable, scarcely comprehensible fact, that you can't buy Fish and Chips in Southwold at lunchtime.

I don't mean giant chips and Monkfish tails in a balsamic reduction, I don't mean fillet of Sea Bass on a potato rosti, I MEAN COD AND FUCKING CHIPS.

Lets try laying out the facts; Seaside town, Britain, August, many hankies on heads, loads of sand coated kids, legions of panama hatted retired Colonels and Lieutenant Commanders, Labradors, Seagulls and Shore-Crabs, coaches full of ladies purple rinsed to within an inch of their lives..............but no fish and chips.

Seared Tuna and Red Onion Marmalade Panini anyone ?