Autumn Cobwebs

Before I begin today’s blog, I would just like to say about the times when the photos do not appear properly or in full on my daily meanderings. This is most frustrating for me and maybe for you, but I am hoping that I have sorted it out-a long and boring process I can tell you! Fingers crossed!

Anyway, Saturday was a misty moisty Autumn morning and I took lots of photos of dewy cobwebs in various different places. I hope you enjoy them:

This cobweb is about 15 inches long.

A little closer this time

Beautiful Autumn colours and a little bit of cobweb!

Stunning berries

Ah Sweet!

All Cobwebbed up!

Don’t you just love poppies at any time in their cycle?

And another!

Love it!

Great Globules!

Ah!

And that’s all for today.

See Ya xx

The Camel Spider Experience!

It had been another hot day on our Turkish holiday, approximately 45 degrees, and travelling buddy and I had had a hard morning by the pool, sunbathing, reading, swimming….you get the picture. We then had a beer (turkish beer called Efes-very nice) and continued holidaying vigourously. A little later we decided that it was time to become recumbent out of the sun. So we picked up our books, kindle and iPad and retreated to the living room…..

Ample space for retreating from the sun for a short while.

I positioned myself on the settee by the wall whilst travelling buddy started moving cushions on the other settee for ultimate comfort. Suddenly she moved faster than I have ever seen her move before, clutching her arms around herself and hyper-ventilating! Whilst rearranging the cushions, she had picked one up and underneath it was this…….

No wonder she looked a little startled!

Now obviously this is not the photo of the incident…the floors of the villa are tiles not mud! I didn’t manage to get a photo at the time but wanted you to be able to see the great big blighter!

Anyway, on with the story. This camel spider had been sitting quietly, minding his own business underneath one of the aforementioned cushions being plumped for comfort before being rudely disturbed. But once exposed, it remained quite still and was very accommodating as I placed a large jar over it. I can honestly say I have never seen any spider like it. It was gross yet fascinating. It had 8 legs and then those two antennae positioned leg lookalikes flailing in the air. It was about 15cm long. But that beak….oh it was so horrible. I have managed to find another photo but a little closer up….

Ugh ugh ugh!

What can I say? If you were to google camel spiders then you could see videos of them too….if you wanted!

So, camel spider under the cushion got unceremoniously thrown over the garden wall so that travelling buddy and I could get on with the business of relaxation and more beer drinking to calm our nerves.

That’s all for now, but I might find another creepy crawly story for another day!!

See Ya xx

 

 

 

Who would have thought ‘peach’ was so rude?

On our many visits to Turkey we have got to know some of the locals, and one of them is called Emina and amongst us English there is always someone who pronounces it wrong and ends up saying….yes you’ve guessed it….Enema! This, of course, always makes me giggle as I have not graduated into grown up humour and still thoroughly enjoy anything silly, oh, and I adore slapstick.

Anyway, this is Emina…..

Emina about to cook us savoury pancakes…yum!

We have not tried to explain this slight problem we have with her name especially as I have not a clue how I would do it….I simply don’t know enough Turkish to translate:

ENEMA: a solution introduced into the rectum to promote evacuation of faeces or as a means of introducing nutrients, medicinal substances, or opaque material for radiologic examination of the lower intestinal tract. (Medical Online Dictionary)

Now I wish to introduce to you the seftali which is pronounced sheftarlih:

It’s the peaches that I want you to focus on please.

Yes seftali is the Turkish for peach. This picture was taken in the dining room of the villa and the peaches were picked from the trees in the garden. In fact we had so many peaches we really didn’t know what to do with them. We cooked them as many different ways as we could as we seemed to have them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. They are beautiful, yummy, juicy, tasty, absolutely scrumptious and best of all…..FREE! Very different from those hard bullet like peaches you get in the UK. Here’s the peach tree in action…..

The peaches on the ground were knocked there by the local red squirrels!

Anyway, we invited Emina to eat with us one evening and it was then that we found out that saying the word peach in English translates into a rude word in Turkish. Emina erupted into fits of giggles as she mimed what it means as she doesn’t have the English vocabulary to explain:

PIC (Pronounced ‘pitch’) n. bastard, illegitimate child, natural child, bastard slip 
 adj. bastard, illegitimate, baseborn, misbegotten, spurious (Turkish to English Online Translation website)
Can you imagine Emina’s mime??
So every time a Brit goes to ask for a kilo of peaches (which the Turkish hear as ‘pitches’)………Well I know I would have to giggle!
To finish off, here’s a sunset from the balcony of the villa…..

This happens every night!!

That’s about all for now.

See ya

xx

Oh me Oh my…you say she was once a teacher??? (Thursday 6th September)

The first thing I must do today is apologise. Yes apologise I must for a spelling mistake. All through my blog yesterday I had an uneasy feeling every time I wrote a certain fruit name and it wasn’t until I showed my mother the blog (yes she of speeding ticket fame)  that I let out a squawk and realised I had written ‘pomegranite’ instead of ‘pomegranate’. So sorry-but now that’s cleared that up I’ll tell you a little more of the Turkey holiday.

Twas early in the holiday, maybe the second day, just before the tree cutting expeditions but on a reconnaissance mission (longwinded sentence  or what?) that the accident occurred. Here let me tell you……

My travelling buddy and I were ascending some somewhat perilous Turkish steps when I heard a sort of crumping sound behind me followed by a guttural groan that seemed to emanate from my previously mentioned buddy. One look at the scene behind me warned me that there might be a broken bone afoot! The problem was indeed in the foot region and as I heeded cries of ‘Get me ice!’ I thought, ‘Where’s the nearest hospital?’ This is the result of the fall…..

And that was before her foot swelled to almost double its size!

At this point I will tell of a weakness that I have, one that I have passed on to my children….I’m afraid I tend to laugh inappropriately! However I am pleased to report that I did NOT in this instance! (Phew!) Fortunately no need for hospital but a very nasty injury all the same.

Now onto a slightly more nature orientated couple of photos. These photos are of a Turkish butterfly (kelebek) that I have since looked up on the internet and which appears to be a rare Mission Blue. Both with wings closed and with wings open it is very beautiful….

The Mission Blue kelebek

And in ‘arms up’ position…..

Look at the stripes on the antennae

Now can I remind you or indeed inform you that if you hover your mouse over the pictures there is usually some comment lurking beneath!

That’s all.

See Ya xx

Turkey, Olive and Pomegranite (Wednesday 5th Sept 2012)

So, there we were on holiday in the beautiful villa I have already told you about. We were sitting here……

You have to imagine the food!

….and we were eating bread (ekmek), cheese (peynir), salad (salata) and tomatoes (domates). Hope you like the little Turkish lesson there! Oh and of course….olives (zeytin).

What a wonderful lunch until I forgot that olives have stones in and I crunched down hard upon one. Oh dear oh dear-pound signs flew past my eyes as I spat tooth and filling out into my hand-how much was a nearly whole new tooth going to cost?  I remembered my dentist talking about a crown and very large money numbers accompanying the talk-and here I was in Turkey with a very small amount of tooth left-ERK!

With very little delay we set off for the local coastal town of Fethiye, found a dentist and showed him my problem. Before he had told me the price he was filling a syringe with anaesthetic…can you imagine that sort of speedy service in England? ‘But how much? (Ama kac lira?)’ I cried as he approached swiftly with his needle.

Oh heavens and heavenly was his answer….only £43…for titanium posts and a completely re-built tooth!

Apart from him saying ‘No, don’t talk now’, he just got on with the job and a jolly fine job he did too! (I did feel a bit odd about him basically telling me to shut up, but for £43 I couldn’t complain!)

So within 45 minutes I was on my way back home….Excellent!

Now a bit of Turkish nature photography to finish…..

Another step along the way….

What can I say?

And how about this…..

Hibiscus brightus reddicus!

With his sister….

Hibiscus brightus white-icus!

And that’s about all for now.

See Ya! xx

The Loft and its’ Contents Again!

I have to say I was very pleased to find something I had written when I was about 8 saying “Elizabeth Turner-Author” But as yet I have not found anything saying “Elizabeth Turner-Poet”…..and yet……Look what I found….

Witness the Emergence of a Poet!

Critique:

  • I believe I can see the beginning of a sophisticated rhyming style…you know the one where the words that are supposed to rhyme don’t!!
  • I obviously, at a young age, have a full understanding of how the trousers came into my possession from the purchase of the materials to the construction of the garment!
  • I have been taught manners well-ie: to say thank you to the appropriate people in writing.
  • I am obviously impressed with my mother’s dressmaking skills.
  • I realise that money doesn’t grow on trees and that it is my father’s hard graft that has enabled me to get the said trousers.
  • I have a very good idea that I probably annoy my father!

Regarding the last point, if you have read previous posts you may well recall the letter that I had written to myself warning me not to speak to my daddy the next day as he had not been nice to me…I then proceeded to call him “Pig Dad” and then signed (singed) it Elizabeth Turner!

Well who knows what will be found next??

See Ya xx

A big ball, a big ball! 28th May

Remember those wax wax waxy crayons?

Here we are, some more goodies from out of the loft. This is a folder of my stuff and the age announced on the front is 6 years and 6 months. Once again I must congratulate myself on my ‘rather good for a 6 year old’ colouring! I offer no critique of this as I believe it needs none.

But my next find within this folder brought back great memories….here’s the book:

I loved this WORKBOOK!

These workbook were so exciting for me (as a 6 year old you understand!). I found them so easy.

  1. They had  multiple choice questions so you knew you had the answer there already!
  2. You could literally copy words and you didn’t need to think about the spelling.
  3. You were always asked to draw, which I always loved.

However there was definitely some questionable stuff in them. Take this next page…it’s all about Dick and his big ball!

I didn’t read the colouring instructions thoroughly!

As you can see, I got 5 large ticks, 2 large crosses and 2 smallish question marks.

Anyway, whether I got it right or wrong, these books bring back good feelings which is the best thing.

I have no more to add today.

See ya xx

Those were the Days! 25th May

Yes it’ a continuing saga of the loft discoveries.

First of all a glimpse of the 15 year old me and the machinations of my mind:

Did my maths teacher not mind?

Ah now I look even closer I see that it was Miss Fulton who was the teacher. Sadly she was a large lady and her name caused much girly giggling. I was actually quite good at maths and always completed the work fast, hence I had nothing better to do than mess about with Mel and Julie once tasks were completed! You can see I was in group A. Now on thinking further, after I got my ‘O’ level results and found I had a ‘B’ grade, I went to Miss Fulton and said that I quite fancied doing maths ‘A’ level. She wasn’t very nice really and just said, rather abruptly before walking off, ‘Not in my class you’re not!’

Not sure she liked me!

Mel, Julie and I were great friends but you can see there was quite a bit of (puerile) banter:

  1. Graphs are stupid, so is Mel.
  2. Julie is a turd-this is old English Folk. 
  3. Julie and Mel are both spongy mesophyll.
  4. Julie is a prothallus.
  5. Mel is a pyrenoid. 
Was I highly intelligent back then and have forgotten what these things are?

Spongy Mesophyll of a ………LUPIN!!

A  Spongy mesophyll is an open and spongy layer in a plant which is specialized for gas exchange….well I never! I expect the gas exchange was what hooked me on learning what the word meant!

Fernilly enough I like this image!

 A Prothallus is a small, flat, delicate structure produced by a germinating spore….would you ever? (Best seen in ferns apparently!)

Don’t get pyrenoid!!

Pyrenoids are proteinaceous regions of the chloroplast found in algae and some bryophytes but not in higher plants. Very insulting, in fact, the most insulting of these three!
So there we have it-my summing of the friends of my youth! All very biological. Must have been doing Plant Life in Biology class. I might add I was quite good at biology too.
And that’s it!
See Ya xx

What can happen to your hair! 24th May

Perhaps you should have worn a hat!

I thought I’d start with the picture today as seen above!

Well, the loft clearing and sorting continues at my mother’s house and when I was there yesterday I found another childhood gem of a painting. Now, I have to tell you it is not my painting-I preferred drawing animals. Yes, you’ve guessed it, it’s the work of my sister. She didn’t, however, dictate the drawing to me (like she did with her story of the other day), no, this one was done by her own fair hands. It all belongs to her-the idea and everything! (Don’t worry sister, I have left it at mum’s house.)

I say this to my sister because whilst she does not have a Facebook account, her husband does and he, I am sure, rushes in each night to check what I have written in my blog and then enthusiastically calls his wife over to read the latest exciting instalment!

Below I have listed what I believe this painting tells us:

  1. It is definitely a warning of the dangers of not checking the weather forecast when one has had one’s hair done.
  2. It shows us the dangers of wanting our hair to be anything other than what it is.
  3. It is a clear indicator of how, these days, image is everything.
  4. It tells us not to allow our days to be influenced by how we look (or how much we weigh) but to think on more important matters! (Deep!!)
  5. It shows us that when you want to draw a nose, you can use musical notation…one minim facing one way and another facing the other!

I am still looking for a painting of a bull preparing to charge that my brother created when in Mrs. Hazelwood’s class. It caused much mirth back then!

See ya xx