What’s in a name?
in Sandwich, Kent
“aperitif square” – what a wonderful name for a place where you can enjoy an aperitif and more
The mayor of this village in France wondered for a long time why so many people wanted to be photographed next to the sign bearing the name of his village. Once someone told him, he decided to capitalise on it and established a museum dedicated to condoms. People from all over the world have contributed all shapes and sizes ….
Ronnie’s shop on Route 62 in South Africa was renamed Ronnie’s sex shop after a drunken evening when some of his mates decided to change the name of his café to attract more customers
Surprisingly you can get some OK snacks at this café despite its somewhat unappealing name
Click here to see more names that people have discovered
Sugar or salt? Although I’m more of a salty person there are times when I can’t resist sugary things, or rather taking photos of sugary things.
chocolate goodies for sale in Bristol’s Southville market
the ultimate cake
a scrumptious piece of Sachertorte, consumed in the Hotel Sacher in Salzburg, Austria, birthplace of this sinfully delicious cake
my coffees never look this good
spice cakes on sale in Strasbourg Christmas market
natural sugar on a star fruit tree
“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s what little girls are made of. Slugs and snails and puppy dog’s tails, that’s what little boys are made of.” So ran a popular saying when I was a child.
Ailsa is to blame for making me post these!
I have been lucky enough to travel to lots of interesting places and have tasted some wonderful (and not so wonderful) food.
a roadside food vendor in India
food catering on an industrial scale for the many pilgrims visiting the golden temple of Amritsar
freshly squeezed orange juice on sale in India
snake gourds in Sri Lanka
my birthday cake, Thai style
the “strained through an old sock” method of making fresh coffee in Chiang Mai, Thailand
Get your taste buds salivating courtesy of Ailsa’s post on the subject of flavour
I’ve always been fascinated with seeds and seed heads – they make such interesting silhouettes.
Here are some of my seed photos:
This is a huge seedpod – you can see its size up against the lens cap from my camera. It’s from the sausage tree, found in Botswana. You definitely wouldn’t want to be standing under the tree when one of these drops off!
freshly picked lotus seed heads – the seeds are considered a great delicacy and taste a bit like hazel nuts or almonds
seeds and pods from the Annato tree (this is where henna comes from)
Nigella aka Love-in-the-mist seedpods – they produce flowers varying in colour from white through pink to deep blue and self-seed easily
how could I not include an image of poppies and their distinctive seed pods
these giant thistleheads can often be found nailed to the front doors of houses in Southern France as protection against the evil eye
and finally, two pieces of artwork created using seeds and seedpods by Marie Noelle Fontan
View more seeds by following the links on Ailsa’s post
some of my paper-themed photos
a carrier bag made of recycled magazine pages in Thailand
paper parasols on sale at the Sule paya in Yangon, Myanmar
paper boats in a shop window in Zieriksee, Holland
paper heart decorations in a shop window in the UK
see more paper via Ailsa’s blog
Does this count as a hill or a mountain? Sigiriya, Sri Lanka
tea plantations in the hill country around Kandy, Sri Lanka
Sagaing hill, near Mandalay, Myanmar. The entire hillside is covered with Buddhist temples and gilded stupas
early morning in Provence
shafts of sunlight pouring down the hills in Northern Cyprus
view from St Hilarion castle, Northern Cyprus
view of Kyrenia/Girne harbour with hills behind, Northern Cyprus
Ailsa’s inspirational “hill”s are here, along with links to many others.
Some years ago we visited a sound installation, called “Harmonic Fields” in Dorset. If/when the wind blew the various “instruments” suspended on wires were supposed to reverberate or make a sound. Unfortunately on the day we visited there was very little wind, but it was still beautiful to look at.
In Myanmar we saw one the largest bells ever cast, I can’t imagine what it might have sound like when struck. As you can see, most people feel the urge to bend down and creep inside the bell and then stand up and touch its interior. I love the girl standing behind my husband, just peeking out with a cheeky grin on her face.
These smaller bells, hung around the eaves of a temple in Thailand, were much easier to hear.
This is a print by a friend of mine entitled “bouche à l’oreille” which could be loosely translated as “gossip”
Find out what “sound” means to Ailsa and co.