It’s taken a pandemic to get me writing my first blog for over a year! But the restriction of movement has allowed me to take up the pen again in a manner of speaking. This is my fourth year of living in Cyprus and in that time this is my third spell of confinement. So I’m having feelings of deja vu .Not only that, they were all at the same time of year. My first year I suffered a stroke in February leading to nearly 4 months of confinement ,first in hospital then in a rehabilitation centre where I got very stir crazy as I looked longingly out of the window watching the Spring burst forth. The closest I got to being outside was a small courtyard unless some kind relative took me for an outing occasionally. I was so grateful when I could eventually walk a little outside in the fresh air. The following year again in February, while out enjoying that lovely fresh air and looking for rare wild orchids, I fell and fractured my heel resulting again in being confined to a wheel chair for two months unable to walk outside on my own, luckily I could wheel myself out onto the patio.
This time at least I can get out for a walk, however short and now I’m driving again I can do my own shopping which gives me an excuse for a little outing. The one thing these experiences have taught me is patience to wait until things improve. and to appreciate the ability to be able to move about under my own steam. Well that’s two things really.
Up until this latest restriction I did get out to witness the unfolding of Spring after the hibernation period of winter. The photography group I belong to is great in this respect as we visit surrounding villages in search of subjects that fit our theme for the day.
The most recent excursion was to look at the almond blossom which was profuse this year and so lovely to behold. This was done from the vantage point high up near Evretou dam , a windy day it was too so a bit of caution was called for in my case as I’m still not solid in my footing.. Before that we visited a remote village called Filousa which I had never visited before and was delighted by it’s picturesque charm, here too was cherry blossom to enjoy and sloping vistas as we were 400 or so metres above sea level.
I also, under my own steam, made a pilgrimage to Androlikou a partially abandoned Turkish village, I say partially because there are a few people living there alongside a flock of goats or maybe several flocks. This is also an area where every year the fields are covered in wild anemones certainly a sight to gladden the heart. Everywhere of course after the winter’s rain is lusciously verdant and so refreshing to the eye and soul to be enjoyed and savoured in the knowledge that a few months hence the summer will be upon us and the fields and hedgerows bleached.
In contrast in late February we made a group trip to old Paphos to capture reflections. The newly restored area called Ibrahim’s Khan lends itself to a vast array of opportunities on a sunny day with glass and metal surfaces abounding creating intriguing images. My favourite being the reflection of buildings in burnished copper panels creating a watercolour scene. I love visiting this area, it may have taken a long time for this renovation to get to completion and is still receiving some finishing touches but my it was worth the wait. Their has been a great deal of thought put into the planning and execution and careful workmanship BRAVO.
I can’t wait to get out there again with my camera to see what we can discover and meet up with my fellow enthusiasts.