60th Birthday Treat in Puglia.

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Saturday 1380  – 15.02.2014  

( a bit late I know !)

_1548Yes indeedy I am 60… SIXTY !! isn’t that crazy ?.. Of course it’s only a number but rather a large one don’t you think?  To be honest I feel a bit of a fraud because it seems faintly ridiculous to be such an age . My thinking is that my birth certificate must be wrong !  Surely?

My actual birthday was on Tuesday 11th Feb and I spent it, and the following week, with my children, Katy and Steven, in Puglia in southern Italy ( in the heel of the boot as it were ) 

_1547When I was 50 I had suggested to the kids that I might bring them to Barbados.. Ha! ….What was I thinking ! That I was going to be rich maybe .

Well that didn’t happen so I ended up bringing them to Italy instead but they didn’t seem to mind 😉   family is everything and I am so lucky to have 2 such delightful children and to be able to spend time with them surrounded by such beauty.

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How I Loooooove Italy 🙂

On this Saturday we spent the day visiting Ostuni and walked around in brilliant warm sunshine graced with the bluest of skies.  So here are some typical photos of this lovely, brilliant-white town with its little alleyways and steep roads. There are strict rules about colours and materials that can be used. White, green, blue and wood.

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Some of the roads were so narrow the only place to park your scooter was inside your shop!!

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By the way the photo at the top of this post is of the Trullo we stayed in ( it was actually 3 trulli joined together) and our roofs are at the back of this photo, which was taken in the delicious morning golden hour.  We were surrounded by Olive trees… It was Heaven

Sorry to all those people who are struggling with snow at the moment ! 😦  

You can read more about Ostuni here   and more about Trulli here

As ever I welcome your thoughts .

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Saturday girl signing off.

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You can find my photography blog Photomania here  and there will be more photos from Puglia over there in the next days

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Do you know your father?

Saturday 1415  – 15th June 2013

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Photo of my father from his travel identity card

Tomorrow is Father’s Day here in the Uk, but I no longer have my father so it’s not a day of celebration for me.  My father died 3 months after my 17th birthday.

He wasn’t young, he was 68. Of course that is considered young now, especially by me as I am only 9 years away from 68!  Gosh it seems strange writing that and highly improbable, but it’s true. So if you have done your maths you will realise that was 42 years ago.  So 68 wasn’t considered young then it was pretty much in keeping with life expectancy whereas now a person might expect to live to be at least 80. A big change in less than half a century

_1052Dad always seemed old to me. You can see from the photos he did look old. He was 23 years older than my mum and already 51 when I was born. I didn’t really know him and sadly can barely remember him now.  I think you only get to know your parents as individuals, separate from their parenting role, when you become an adult yourself.  Don’t you?

My father had been largely brought up by his grandparents so he really was from a whole different generation; hard-working but not overly affectionate. I knew very little about him and nothing at all about his life before he met and married my mother when he was already in his 40’s.  I have tried to find out more but the trail quickly goes cold because there is no father named on my dad’s birth certificate ,which I obtained a few years ago, and his mother’s line quickly comes to a road block too.

It’s no use at all having regrets but through the years I think I missed out by not being able to get to know him; it meant my own children were short in the grandfather stakes too.  The 4 photographs you see here are the only photos I have of him. The top one is in his travel identity card which is dated 1946.  I only have 2 photos of the 2 of us together – one of dad holding me when I was a very chubby baby and the one below with my mum when we were on the only holiday we’d ever had. It was to a  holiday camp called Pontins which was at Brean Sands near Weston-Super-Mare and I was 13.

Wasn’t I skinny!

The bikini was bright orange towelling and I thought I was the Bee’s Knees

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The holiday was memorable, not just because it was the only one I had as a child, but because my cousin Janet was horribly car sick all the way there ( and back)  and we had to stop every 10 mins. I can’t complain though because we wouldn’t have had a holiday at all if it hadn’t been for them.

We never had a car and Uncle Fred drove us all there. There were 6 of us in his little car, Uncle Fred and Auntie Josie in the front with my cousin Janet sitting on Josie’s knee and 3 of us in the back. There were no seat belts in those days, you certainly wouldn’t be allowed to travel like that now ! The holiday seemed very exotic, all golden sands ( unlike the brown sludge of neighbouring Weston-Super-Mare,!) a canteen-like restaurant, discos and happy-camper type cabaret entertainment. Hmm not my thing now that’s for sure..

Final photo is of dad in a straw hat..Not a good look dad!

It must have been a year or so before his first heart attack and you can see he really doesn’t look too well. With hindsight I think that was why we went away on holiday.

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So no hugs with my dad for me this Father’s Day. If your father is still alive I hope you’ll have the opportunity to give him a hug this week.

See Ya…

Comments always welcome, I love to know what you are thinking.

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