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Touring in Chora will fill you with unique pictures. White houses, cobblestone pavements painted with icons from life in the island, small churches and mills create a perfect scenery.
The bastions of Fort Manoel located across the sea to Valletta - built in the 16th century following the great siege of Malta when the Ottoman Empire failed to capture the Island under the control of The Knights of Malta; an order with a rich history in its ventures in the Mediterranean Sea.
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The diamond of Serifos is its capital, Chora, which is considered to be a model of a medieval castled settlement, built amphitheatrically on the rocky height of the bay of Livadi , in order to protect it from the pirate invasions.
We made it here on a kayak and a canoe. It was a tough paddle for 4.5 hours, so we started with the sunrise to bit the unpredictable winds on Lake Maligne, with only one stop for 15 minutes. Do I have big muscles? Nope! You can make it too! We met a few canoeists on the way there, and they were singing “Yellow Submarine” to add to the rhythm of paddling. What a treat and motivational tool to keep paddling!!! We started singing too. I guess, it helps to be determined to get to your destination. It just gets easier!!! Enjoy it!
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In Serifos there are more than 116 churches, many of which are restored Byzantine churches, while others are built in remote places and their access is possible only through paths, and some of them are situated in the settlements, waiting for the visitor to discover them.
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" Take me away from this city, To where I can be on my own.
We wanted a good life and now that its done, I just want to be left alone,
Ill still remember your kind word and ill rememer your name,
For Ive felt your twisting and turning, And for me it just wont be the same"
So Im leavin` here next Sunday mornin`, To a place where I know I can hear,
The cry of the gulls and the sea on the shore, With all of the things I hold dear.
And if ever I tire of this quiet life, Ill just walk right back up that hill,
And Ill head out that road and stick out my thumb,
For someone is waiting there still! "
Pat
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Ive used a lot of poetic license on this poem and changed the words a good bit, as it fits my past life accurately which still hurts a bit, and and always will, that's being honest!
The words and idea are partly borrowed from a wonderful song by Liam Reilly with a group called "Bagatelle" and was called "Summer in Dublin" It was a huge hit here and in the UK and deservedly so in my opinion!
I hope you like this late evening photo which I took from Howth Headland through the Sycamore trees, across the sound to Irelands eye, County Dublin. I have wonderful childhood memories of this place as we used to holiday here as children, on Howth head. I spent a lot of time on the island and travelling up and down to "the hill" on the open top electric tram that used to run there. Sadly gone now!
It took me over 50 years to get back to see it again and its still as beautiful as ever. Its another one of "my places!" Lucky me!!
Do hope your week ahead is cracking!!!!
Thank you everybody!!!!
Update; Wow! Im very touched by the reaction to this.
I don't know if its the photo or the words, but hopefully both.
Im pleased with it and inspired and amazed by all you great genuine flickr people!
Pat.
Nous voici donc maintenant sur les pistes de l'intérieur....fini les routes goudronnées( au moins quand j'y suis allé) place aux paysages d'abord ceux du Landmannlaugar Notre car est un véhicule un peu vieillisant mais tous terrains....Les premières rencontres que l'on va faire sont ces chevaux islandais.
le cheval islandais est une race unique, car isolé depuis plus d’un millénaire des autres races équines. Petit par la taille, mais puissant et résistant au dur climat, il a accompagné les Islandais tout au long de leur Histoire. Cette race de cheval est prisée des éleveurs de moutons et permet aux touristes de découvrir l’Islande autrement.
Les chevaux islandais pèsent entre 300 kg et 400 kg et mesurent de préférence entre 1,35 mètre et 1,45 mètre au garrot pour une moyenne de 1,35 mètre, ce qui est considéré comme la hauteur d'un poney, bien que les éleveurs et les registres d'élevage associent l'islandais à un cheval. Il existe plusieurs théories pour expliquer pourquoi l'islandais est toujours appelé « cheval » : l'une d'elles met en jeu le tempérament fougueux et la grande personnalité de la race, une autre l'absence de mots islandais équivalent à « poney », une autre encore suggère que le poids, la structure osseuse et les aptitudes à tracter des charges lourdes de l'islandais le placent dans la catégorie des chevaux
Sa grande particularité provient de ses allures. En effet, il s’agit du seul cheval au monde à présenter cinq allures au lieu des trois habituelles. On retrouve donc les classiques pas, trot et galop, auquel il faut rajouter le tölt et l’amble volant !
Je ne développe pas les premières allures :Le pas ,Le trot et Le galop . avec l'image suivante ,petite explication sur les allures spécifiques islandaises
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The Lighthouse
The lighthouse
Sitting atop its rocky throne
Seeing the world
But only as the stars
Cool and distant
All the while longing to be part of that world
And so the lighthouse
Sitting atop its rocky prison
Confined to purpose
Withering away by loneliness
Beckons boats to its shores
It’s beacon a cry in the night for companionship
But boats only sail on
And so the lighthouse
sits alone
A thing of beauty
Longing in the night for someone
Only to wake alone
For itself pushed the boats away
And so I stand here
A lighthouse
Destined for purpose doomed by myself
A conflicted soul
A lonely soul I stand~ Michael Nerud