Sunset in North Cyprus

I took these photos last night when I was photographing our verandah now my husband has taken down the brown plastic which used to surround our patio. He’s a great handyman, having worked in the construction industry in Perth, Australia, when we lived there. It was his idea to take down the wickerwork on top of the plastic facade which opened up the area to a lot more light, but removing the brown plastic has helped our patio look so much lighter and more spacious. Bryan was quite disgusted with my myopia as I hadn’t twigged that there were railings the other side of the plastic facade – despite living here over two years now!

The patio looks so much improved I thought I’d take a photo or two as the sun was setting.  As a reminder, our outside setting is utilitarian as the dogs can’t munch on it!

The building you can see on the horizon is a cement processing plant.  It looks close as I used a zoom lens for this photo but it is in fact quite a distance from us and we don’t hear any of the processing that goes on, thank goodness.

Sunset 2, 17-7-2014 Sunset 3, 17-7-2014 Sunset 1, 17-7-2014


New railings at sunset 1
Patio opened up so everything looks much lighter and we have far better views. In this photo you can see how far away the cement processing plant is and on the right you can see the new Merit Hotel which has just opened up – we call it LegoLand!


Patio, June 2012
The patio when we moved in – plastic covering railings and wickerwork on top. All now gone. The table and chairs are in the verandah beside my room where they are protected from doggy depredations!

The Travelling Rock Show

I thought I’d post something different today: a photo of our patio where we sit out during the day and have our meal in the evening.  If you’re wondering why everything is so utilitarian, it’s because it can’t be eaten or chewed by our four dogs. We do have a very nice table setting of cane – a round table and four chairs, but that’s in the small verandah beside my study where I can keep an eye on the dogs and make sure they are not chewing it, as they find the cane irresistible!

The large rock on the table has travelled with us from Scotland, to England, to Australia (where we moved home four times) to North Cyprus. My daughter came across it by accident when she was on her friend’s farm one day and decided it was right up my alley as a lover of stones and rocks of all kinds – it’s sea-quartz with a lovely inset of what looks like rose quartz.

We took this rock with us when we moved from Scotland in 2003 to live in Colne, Lancashire. Then we decided to return to the UK but there was the question of the rock. I wanted to take it with me because it was a gift from my daughter, but I pretty much guessed that my husband would have a nervous breakdown as this rock is big and seriously heavy. I handle the travel bookings and house hunting when we move, while Bryan is a whizz at packing. So, as he was busy sorting out boxes, I sat on the sofa with the Rock on my lap and tried to look winsome, appealing and slightly pathetic.   Our conversation went thus:

He: Why have you got that weird look on your face?

Me: It’s not weird, I just love this rock as Dee gave it to me, it feels good.

He (looking revolted): Please don’t tell me you want to lug that heap of old rubbish back to Australia with us?

Me: I want to lug this rock back to Australia with us. And it’s not a heap of old rubbish.

He: You must be stark, raving, loony mad.

Me: No, I’m not. Dee gave it to me, it has sentimental value for me.

He: I have one box left. If the rock fits into it we’ll take it.

Seizing rock, husband exits to boxes piled up in our living room, where I hear a curse:

He: Damn, the rock fits into the box. That means we’ll have to take the rock with us.

Me: Dee will be pleased.

He: Dee’s a nutty about rocks as you are.

End of conversation. Rock: 1, Husband 0.

So this – to me – beautiful rock has now resided in Scotland, England, Pingelly (Western Australia), Woodenbong (northern New South Wales), Traralgon (Victoria), Bowraville (mid-north coast, New South Wales) and now is at rest in Alsancak, North Cyprus, where it has a view (somewhat limited) of the Mediterranean, glimpses of the Turkish coastline when occasionally it  appears on the horizon in certain atmospheric conditions, and lovely views of the spectacular sunsets across the paddock beside us to the west.

I love the fact that a shaft of setting sun hit the rock as I was taking this photo – I’m sure the rock preened itself and is now sending out cyber-hugs to all reading this post!

Patio at sunset