The wild and rugged coastline and cliff edges at Cape de Sao Vicente in Portugal, the end of Europe's main land and staring into the open mouth of the Atlantic. I made it there early enough, avoiding most of the crowds and self inflicted traffic jams across the cruel and primitive roads. Surfers, swimmers and curious tourists mix in a blustery hot spot and one way street. Get there, breath it in and get out. There are lost souls here, among the cafes and market stalls, the gravel tracks that lead out to 200' drops and steps that allow the families to struggle down to hidden beaches and mysterious caves. The wind never stops, the impetus of a long flight from the west pushes you back from the crags, everything comes from there and faces back and chills the soul ready for the inland heat that awaits.
Sunday, July 22, 2018
End of the world
The wild and rugged coastline and cliff edges at Cape de Sao Vicente in Portugal, the end of Europe's main land and staring into the open mouth of the Atlantic. I made it there early enough, avoiding most of the crowds and self inflicted traffic jams across the cruel and primitive roads. Surfers, swimmers and curious tourists mix in a blustery hot spot and one way street. Get there, breath it in and get out. There are lost souls here, among the cafes and market stalls, the gravel tracks that lead out to 200' drops and steps that allow the families to struggle down to hidden beaches and mysterious caves. The wind never stops, the impetus of a long flight from the west pushes you back from the crags, everything comes from there and faces back and chills the soul ready for the inland heat that awaits.
Watching over
Saturday, July 21, 2018
A history of music in sand
Grumpy Zappa. |
Led Zeppelin's Robert Plant with a strange sandy short scale battered Stratocaster. |
Pink Floyd tableaux. |
Picasso and Dali also featured, hard to tell where the cubism and surrealism began or ended in the juxtaposition of forms and renderings, modern masters Disney and Star Wars were also there to please the kids. The only form of cool escape was a "beats" style cafe were shade and cheap coffee allowed some respite from the baking heat and blinding yellow glare of sandy reflections. Odd but intriguing.
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Algarve Daily Photo
Monday, July 16, 2018
Garden daily photo(s)
A quick amble round the garden/stroll around the grounds. Nature in the dusty, volcanic raw. An odd mixture of fruits here today, (cactus is fruit isn't it?). You can turn it into tequila eventually. Grapes are also fruit, they just turn into grapes of course but they can also turn into wine, brandy, champagne etc. Very versatile. Not that I'm drinking today, not a drop has passed my lips, strictly water and coffee. Nice to have days like these where sobriety and salads reign, it's all very Mediterranean despite that particular sea being some distance away, conveniently enough.
Sunday, July 15, 2018
Some safari or cruise
I find myself trapped in a luxurious Portuguese prison while the World Cup, Donald Trump, Brexit and Wimbledon rage elsewhere. Please don't send help or mount any rescue mission, I'm calm and intend to remain so. It's an education, a slow, warm and selfish one. Also self imposed. I read "Poverty Safari" by Darren McGarvey whilst sitting by the pool sipping red wine and/or slugging cold beer. My guilt, empathy and recognition materialized as beads of sweat. I asked myself many times "how did I ever get here?" There was no clear answer any more than asking Darren McGarvey "how did he ever get there?"
We are all passengers on some large karmic cruise liner it seems. Some are up on the sun deck or in the lounges, drinking, laughing and socializing with well chosen friends. Every day there's high tea and dancing. There's a lot of chattering and academic and aspirational manoeuvring. That's the few. The rest are in the engine room, shoveling and swearing, leaning on shovels and staring into a well managed blackness. Some are serving in the dining rooms, ironing in the laundry or busy in the kitchen chopping up pig's trotters and squeezing oranges. Some just hide in lockers and damp sea chests afraid of discovery.
This travel plan is fine for some but bloody unfair for others but it's the luck of the draw or an accident of birth. Of course the officers and regular crew on the ship are reasonably happy, they need the poor, that's part of the evolved plan and the main part of the industry. Exploit, ignore and patronize them, that way everybody stays in a job and has a career plan and a mortgage and the poor just get poorer. As for me, I remain a traitor and indifferent parasite, a stray from my working class roots. I grew up ashamed of them and tried to bury them, that was/is a fucking stupid and ignorant idea. I won't be doing it again. Whoever you are you should read this book.
Windows to the soul
Behind these shabby shades there can only be more rot and ruin but the make pretty shapes and pictures for the passing tourists. If was a proper photographer with a decent phone (?) I'd shove these up on instagram but this afternoon it's too warm and sunny and too lazy to bother.
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Needs a good title
"The wind blew in from Africa, last night I couldn't sleep..." |
I have no idea what this is about but I like the cat motif. |
For some reason I have now become a collector of outside laundromats, they pop up all across Europe and are clearly an exciting, clean and lucrative business venture for some. |
Saw these shoes in a shoe shop (surprise), they make no sense unless they were meant to be presented to Donald Trump were he ever to visit Italy. |
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Food and Drink
Avocado and scrambled egg, "scravocado". Sangria, just the usual. A diet to keep you fit and see you through the World Cup.
Sunday, July 08, 2018
Day 7
Well I think it's day seven, it may be day eight. It's a close call. The heat is bearable, the pool is cool, this is holiday weather and lazy haze has flopped over me making things in general an effort. There's light relief in a shower or a drink or stopping. The world conspires against stopping, it's not allowed, it's frowned upon. You must go out, take part in an activity, experience things, see with your own eyes, break sweat, visit a place. Well a bit of that's OK but generally I'll resist the pressure, I'll just float somewhere, safe and warm, over in the distance you might just make be out. A small particle of inactivity.
Saturday, July 07, 2018
Slow descent
After about 2000 miles of uneven driving I've made the slow descent to the bottom of Europe, Portugal that is. Actually I've been trapped here, by fierce heat and cheap alcohol, for at least a week. It's a struggle to survive right now with that complex set of guilt trips buddies burning away on my back; privilege and age induced righteousness. Nice to hear that the UK is quietly sweltering at the same time. There's also football happening. Busy.
Thursday, July 05, 2018
Tuesday, July 03, 2018
Sunday, July 01, 2018
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Death of the British Navy
Photos taken from the upper deck of a car ferry leaving Portsmouth Harbour for France.
Whale Island, RN HQ Portsmouth, cafe at the top left of the building, Costa Coffee, sunlight and plans, some of which didn't quite work out. |
The UHAF at Gosport but nearer Portsmouth, don't ask. |
HMS Queen Elizabeth, not sailing anywhere at the moment but you never can tell. |
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Distorted view
A distorted view of the World Cup from a Scottish perspective. I really shouldn't care and the truth is that I don't. The World cup is like some sporting, animated wallpaper, good in short bursts, funny if laughing at the pundits and puzzling when the players and officials behave strangely. It's all too serious because it is serious. A set of moving adverts for Korean cars and American beer, training shoes and Russian gas companies, oh and Ally McCoist's pseudo philosophical observations. I'm really hypnotized.
Elsewhere I enjoyed a job interview via telephone with a lady called Jackie. We talked for 53 minutes. It was pleasant enough. I probably said too much but at the same time failed to use the correct set of words or current terminology no doubt. Maybe I'm the right man for the job, maybe I'm an idiot. I'll hover between these views until my misery is ended by another phone call or email, that's how it is. That unavoidable procession of hope, guilt and WTF carelessness drawn to a concrete halt by the strength of a dose of reality. Caught up in life's brilliant soup or, better in most respects, fruit salad. Today's fruity salad got by with being light on fruit varieties, just pineapple and an unseen banana. I grow healthier and less affected each day.
P.S. Just received a phone call, I got the job.
Monday, June 25, 2018
Friday, June 22, 2018
Ripping it up
Last night we were here, or there in Edinburgh. Scottish pop music. You'll have heard of it, over the years and airways. Now it's in a museum. There's a lot you could say about it. Punched above it's weight. Always odd and interesting. Full of characters. Sometimes predictable. Occasionally commercially successful even. Petulant, downright odd and experimental. Niche. Derivative/destructive. Bouncy. Done with an accent. Colorful and qUiRkY. There's a large chunk of it exhibited here in rather nice glass cases, it's all history now. Form an orderly queue and go upstairs to your room (there's no sweeties left because I ate them all).
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