British & Proud? Not Right Now

Oh Britain, what have you done?
(Or, more specifically, England, as both Scotland & Northern Ireland voted to remain)

It's not quite 24 hours since the

final results of the EU referendum 

were declared, and I am still numb.....

reeling at the enormity of what 

'Leave' means.

Saddened for my children & grandchildren,

who have had their futures decided by people who "didn't think my 'Leave' vote

would count".

As hubby posted on FB yesterday,

"Go on, ask me if I'm proud to be British,

I dare you"

The answer, sadly, has to be "No"

Alberobello: Not Your Usual Tourist Pics

As I mentioned in my last blog post,

I got sidetracked quite easily in Alberobello,

by virtue of it being market day the morning after we arrived.

Not that I did any shopping (I am not a shopaholic - but I could be, given chance).

But those 'won't happen again' moments

were too good to miss......

Four guys and a 1922 Silver Ghost 

Kerbside appeal

Cherry ripe

Show me the way to go home

Girlfriends got nothing to wear 

Alberobello: Trulli Belli

Picture postcard perfect 

                      A couple of weeks back,
       we went on a roadtrip - a sort of 'early
            birthday celebration' for hubby,
          whose birthday happens to fall on
Festa della Repubblica (meaning that prices
   for any type of accommodation are sky    
            high & everywhere is 'silly busy').

   Our first stop was Alberobello, where we
      managed to tick another one off the
Bucket List by spending the night in a trullo.

Via Bovio, 22 - home for a night 

 It was tiny, it was quaint & it was tucked away from the main tourist drag; in fact, we had real next door but one neighbours, ranging from old 'Nonno'
down to a 3-year old who didn't want to
go to school on Thursday morning.
And, although we were tourists, it was nice
to feel that we weren't really tourists at all.

We did, of course, wander round taking lots of photos, but Thursday was market day
 so I sort of got sidetracked taking 'not your usual tourist pic' shots (more of those later).  But I did take the one shot that surely everyone who comes to Alberobello must take....

I found my heart in Alberobello 

        

31 Shades of Grey

            Monochrome May is over and done;

          the task of seeing which photographs

       translated well to black & white ended.

                    If it taught me anything,

        it was that this world should always

         be viewed in glorious technicolour.

            I won't bore you with all 31 shots, 

         but here are some of my favourites.... 

Aperitivo time

Girlfriends got nothing to wear 

My Man & the Sea

Still Life with Landscape 

Last Tango in Lecce