Here's a story of a French Italian girl named Ingrid. She liked to travel, and we became friends when she was in Sydney years ago. Fast forward a few years and she's in Mexico at the wedding of her brother and decides to stay a while. Here she meets Norman, an American born Mexican British boy, who tries to persuade her to stay and see more of him. But Ingrid decides she wants to travel, and that's that. A few months later Ingrid comes to visit me while I am living in London.. no need for me to pick her up from the airport, someone named Norman has come to meet her ....
So what happens next? A 24 hour party in Bonneville, a small pretty town near the Alps bringing people from all corners of the earth to celebrate their wedding. A surprise Mariachi band was to be expected...
48 hours in Marrakesh. It's amazing how much you can fit in a weekend when you feel completely transported to another world. From a very snowy London we almost didn't make the short flight to our hot and sunny destination (but that's a whole other long story....). Before we knew it we were being driven in the oldest taxi I've ever experienced to the completely different sound of Arabic music playing through the radio and scenery made up of pinks and oranges. A completely beautiful mess, an assault on the senses. Orange juice, eat here miss, best food here, buy a lamp, I'll show you some nice rugs, snake charmer, take some rosemary to cover the smell of the tannery, blazing sunsets, friendly children, where is that music coming from?, pigeon pie, serenity, wall courtyard, little finches, sweet mint tea, small cakes, roses, back out into the market, how do we find our way out?, french, arabic, english, spices, bargaining, pink shadows, sunset again, time to return, all over too soon. Words feel empty when describing Marrakesh and so, I will write no more.
When a friend says with a coy smile they want to show you their home town you know you're in for something special.
And so it was decided, we would head off for a long weekend away from London: four Australians, one New Zealander, two Welshmen and a fluffy white dog named China Bear, to show us her favourite part of Wales. When we left we didn't really know what to expect, but as we crossed the bridge between Bristol and Wales we entered a beautiful and rugged part of the world where street signs are in a strange language, people are very friendly and they smile while speaking with a gentle lilt. Her plan was for us to walk the Worms Head which kept us intrigued - and then we arrived at the lookout. Ahead of us was a great walk to reach the head and back before the tide came in. Horses and sheep roamed the cliff tops and surfers braved the cool water on a beautiful clear day. The scenery was absolutely amazing and we managed to make it there and back just before the tide came in!
On the last day we walked slower this time, soaking in the wide beach and rows of beach houses before heading back to the city and the oncoming winter in London. We let China run free and enjoy the feeling of sand and rocks under his paws with a feeling of melancholy as the sun faded into the ocean, again we were jumping over rocks to escape the tide. Wales now held a special place in our heart and next time it will be our turn to reveal her beauty to the uninitiated. Thank you Rachel for a wonderful weekend.
Canon Digital & Film shot on a Mamiya 645 with Fuji Pro 400h processed by Richard Photo Lab