The southernmost region of continental Portugal, the Algarve has been popular with British tourists for years and we are lucky enough to have (through family) the use of a villa there in a small town called Olhos de Agua.
Very close to the resort of Albufeira, this sleepier area is within a few minutes walk of some beautiful beaches which are relatively empty, even in peak season, where you can watch fishermen bring in their catch.
As in ‘sixteen’. Derived from this little, leather-bound, battered book, found whilst clearing my granddad’s house.
The post’s title may be making reference to a rite of passage film from the 80s but my first confession would be that I’ve never seen it. But then I only saw Breakfast Club for the first time two years ago. Shush, don’t judge!
Anyway, I’m tangent-ing again…
So the book. It belonged to my Nana and I’d totally forgotten we had it, let alone that I had filled in more than one page myself.
The original entries date back to the 1940s – many contributors I have no knowledge of, other than they were people my Nana was in the ATS with during WW2.
Family members have made more than one contribution, decades apart and it’s interesting to see how their likes have changed as they aged (I don’t even remember Janna Jungle…but my favourite character in public life was Knight Rider. I was 8…)
A little selection of monochrome images from my recent trips to London and Madeira. I shall be doing travel posts on both the Albert Hall concert and our week in the sun but for now, have a gander at some pics!
Do you see the same people everyday? I don’t mean family, friends or colleagues, but the same strangers. Chances are, if you take the same route to work / school or leave home around the same time each day, you will pass the same people, doing the same thing in the opposite direction (wow, I overused the word same too much there didn’t I?). I once read that if you pass a person on your return journey that you did on the outward route, it’s considered good luck. But how many of us even notice, let alone interact with these journey friends?
I’ll be back at work on Monday, after seven weeks of summer, and it got me thinking about my journey friends. They’re imaginary friends of course – well, not strictly imaginary because they are real, just I’ve never actually spoken to any of them or introduced myself. I’m a silent acquaintance. I’m wondering whether they’ll in fact be around. I’ve not been the best at staying in touch over summer (actual friends, I’m aware I’m guilty of this with you too – sorry…), but I’ll be looking out for them nonetheless.
Let’s be clear though, I know nothing of these people, their lives or families, other than what I’ve concocted in my head. It keeps me amused on my drive to work and as someone who talks to herself in the car waaay too much, it gives me, at the very least, a ‘person’ to talk to!
So let me introduce you to my main journey pals, through their back stories I’ve created from a passing glance…
I love people watching, wondering what’s going through their heads as they go about day-to-day business. And when I manage to capture someone, without looking like a bit shady, I do enjoy that snapshot of time being preserved. Plus, despite how the saying goes, the camera does lie and this too intrigues me, as what seems apparent in an image could be the polar opposite to reality.
So here’s a collection of fissogs (or faces) and their attached bodies – What’s their story? Let me know your thoughts x