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Weekly Photo Challenge: Alphabet

Spotted across Europe.

Graffiti inside the Reichstag in Berlin, dating back to 1945

Butcher’s shop on Samos/Greece

Ogham stone in Killaloe, Ireland

Inside an air raid shelter at Tempelhof Airport/Berlin

Alhambra in Granada/Spain


Weekly Photo Challenge: Alphabet

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward

10606182_10152678089386445_6523228834099316357_nThis truly felt like a reward! At the end of a very busy summer and after a looong day of travelling I had finally made: I was in Greece, I was on holiday!

This was day one and after a bit of a walk along the beach, I was sitting in a little taverna, sipping a cool drink and looking out across the bay.  Sun, heat, the Med – I could feel the stress and tension starting to drop off as I eased into holiday mood.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Reward

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The Old House

10671272_10152678108336445_5577013423522434995_nShe didn’t think she’d ever be back, ever see the old house again.  But here she was.  She had arrived by plane (how the world had changed!), then taken a taxi.  There was no one who remembered her, no one to stay with, so she had checked into a hotel.

Much of the town she didn’t recognise but the closer she got to the old streets, the more she could trust her instinct.  It was hot and the roads were empty.  Not many tourists verntured up here.  How could a place look so familiar and so alien at the same time?  She didn’t linger, didn’t look around.  She was hoping for a sense of home, but afraid it wouldn’t come.  For now, getting to the old house was all that mattered.

Her steps slowed when she spotted the blue on top of the church. There it was, just around the next corner.

She wasn’t sure what she had expected, but not this.  Not a complete ruin – the roof caved in, the walls crumbled.

Suddenly she saw herself standing there, the day they left. An 8 year old girl, standing guard over a suitcase, waiting for her parents to emerge.  Moving to another country, starting a new life. Those phrases meant nothing to her.  They sounded like an adventure, like fun.  How could she have known how much she was about to lose?  Her home, her friends, her roots.

As she stood again in the same spot, she knew these things were lost forever.  She would return to her new life.  A good life.  She wasn’t unhappy.  “Incomplete” was maybe how she felt.

She would forever treasure her memories of life on the island but just as the old house lay ruined, so did her hopes of reclaiming it.


I came across this derelict house in Vathy on Samos/Greece.  It seemed so evocative and even though I know absolutely nothing of its history, I knew it had a story to tell.  There were many more houses in the little town that looked like the owners had moved away more recently, probably due to the difficult economic situation in recent years.