I’ve been thrown into the past again. This time it was sorting through my French photos to put on the Gallery pages that found me being dragged willy nilly into that plutonium-powered DeLorean “time machine” that served Marty McFly so well back in the eighties.
With every photo I looked at my eyes drifted to that other land, that other time.
This coffee photo has been used on the blog a number of times. I love it. I took it in october 2009 when I went over for a week. The weather was wonderful, bright and sunny and still warm, real Indian Summer weather, the type to treasure and remember forever. This was a trip out to Eugenie Les Bains with Lisa, it was at the start of a friendship that is one I hold dear. Lunch at a sidewalk cafe, simple, casual, the building bricks of future laughter and a summer of sunshine to follow.
You know I think the cup is the symbol of friendship to me. How many chats have you had over a good cuppa? How many friendships and bonds have been formed whilst clutching that simple piece of crockery?
Just looking at these cups brings back so many conversations, so much time spent watching the world go by, sharing news and views and putting the world to rights. I see Lisa and Alison, Willow, Mortimer, Marc, Talullah and Sheryl. I can hear their voices now as I type, it feels good.
Morning light. Misty and mysterious. Sun trembling in the sky ready to flood the land with warmth and colour. A landscape at once almost monochrome and changing by the second to become full colour reality.
Geraniums, oh how many pictures have I taken of these flowers in the past few years? So many, but no, not nearly enough for me! They say France to me. This year I puta big tub of them on the deck of HQ, and a small pot balanced a tad precariously on the railing, it was my own little corner of France in a Scottish garden.
Ah this says Summer 2010. 5 weeks of adventure with Idgy and looking after Lisa’s gorgeous house, the amazing Chateau Coy. Sunflowers, tour maps and daily trips in “The Batmobile”, playing Thelma and Louise. Wearing a battered straw hat with feathers and flowers. Drinking ice cold rose by the pool.
Festivals and bull fights, bright days and fireworks, barbeques and parties, night markets and sightseeing adventures, oh and colour. Lots of colour everywhere and music always music.
The thrill of Brocante and searching for treasure. Old things and new beginings. One man’s junk is another man’s treasure – how true is that.
Windows and doorways; peering around corners and through gates. Seeing snatches of other lives and different cultures. Everyday experiences made exciting by a difference in time and place. Adventure on a human scale.
No great artstry, nothing to frame. Just moments, lots of moments.
Jump back into the the DeLorean and head for home…….