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


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

Been Away a While (4th September 2012)

Well, I have been offline for a while, but now I’m back and hoping for a daily blog to emerge.

But first, one of the reasons I’ve not been a-blogging is a wonderful 3 and a half week holiday in Turkey. This took place in a beautiful villa…..

It’s as glorious as it looks!

And if you want a look at the surrounding countryside and mountains……

Mountains everywhere!

And here’s the other direction……

The beginnings of a sunset!

But not all was sweetness and light for a nearby villa had been left ungardened for a few months and a few of its trees were growing rather large. Horrors!!!!…..there was a possibility of our views being obscured by waving fruit trees and a large set of sycamores!!!

There was nothing for it….I had to act fast. I found myself an axe(!) and put on my disguise…….

Cunning disguise!

Had it not been for the legs I could have been taken for a local!

Anyway over the next few days, a slightly mad, disguised and possibly crazed English woman could be seen sweating profusely, sawing down trees and hauling the branches to the local forest. Hot work in 45 degrees!

The effect was one much tidier garden for that villa and our view was beautiful and unobstructed once more.

As you may know, I love taking pictures of wildlife and flowers so just to keep up with myself, here’s rather a good  (if I say so myself!) photo of a Turkish dragonfly….

Merhaba! (That means ‘hello’ in Turkish).

Well that’s me done for today and maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you about my falling out with an olive!


See ya!


How I felt about News Books-aged 9. June 14th

Still with the subject of ‘What is in my parent’s loft’, I have a News Book to show today. I have to say first that, as an ex-teacher (HURRAY!), I am convinced that there is very little merit in News Books as a regular activity. However here are the ways in which they are useful:

  • They are brilliant wasters of time if you arrive on a Monday morning and have done little in the way of preparation.
  • Once in a while, perhaps when studying Samuel Pepys, they are a valid educational activity.
  • If you want to know what the parents get up to at the weekend then you can glean much information from the News Books page.

So here are three pages from my October 1970 News Book:



For the record:

  • The Hawtree’s were our neighbours.
  • Keith was my age and he made me nervous.
  • I don’t remember them having a dog!
  • Keith’s mother knocked me off my red and silver raleigh bike in her drive way on a different occasion.
  • It was years later I heard rumours of drink being involved.
  • I really scraped my elbow badly on her wretched drive.

Short and Sweet!

Either we weren’t given much time to write these News Books or my contempt for them was showing at the tender age of 9!


Obviously desperate for material methinks!!

I don’t think I need to say any more!

See Ya xx