Clay work
Thursday, June 06, 2019
Sunday, October 07, 2018
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
The Oba Galera Workshop
Oba Galera ! means Hi Folks, a typical Brazilian way to join the fun.
inspired by the colourful beach life of Paracuru on the northern coast of Brazil
Hand painted T'shirts from the watercolours of my scrapbook, each one is a unique piece and is washable.
Joao Pedro, wearing the two first ones.
Thursday, December 07, 2017
This is Paracuru, a small fishing village in the state of Ceara.
The Barracas are an institution in Northern Brazil.
Beach-going would be unimaginable without the ever- present barracas, seaside restaurant-bars where friends and family settle in for a long day of chatting, drinking beer, and nibbling on portions of fried fish and seafood and surfing.
Closed on week days, Marina cooks for her family and friends the catch of the day.
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
My blog followers are well accustomed by now
with the Surf hut on the Plage des Casernes in Seignosse,
one of the most beautiful
beaches of the Landes coast.
Every year the WWII bunker which hosts
the coast guards' post is painted a different colour.
This year, dark blue and black, a stylish background for the new
pick up truck and the yellow and red outfit of the life guards,
the Maîtres Nageurs Sauveteurs as they are called here.
Depending on the winter gales, the bunker rises or almost completely vanishes
under the sand.
What doesn't change is the presence of Marco which every summer
since eight years comes down from his Italian mountains
to take duty as
the night keeper of the hut and more recently
one of the official surf instructors.
Every year more friends come and join the gang.
This year, the breathtaking good looking Achille
is the guest of honour.
After a very hot day, the deceptive stillness of the sunset
announces a thunderous storm.
Dolphins have been spotted cruising on the high sea.
Dolphins have been spotted cruising on the high sea.
and the sunset is quiet sublime but there still
work to be done, fishing dinner.
Cesare is a gifted fisherman and,
you can't beat the Italians at it,
a superb cook.
As the storm finally breaks out, a deafening heavy rain drums on the tin roof.
We retreat to the hut
for a delicious dinner of the freshest fish ever with tomatoes and steamed rice.
Starts a long evening
totally enraptured by the sheer grace of the moment,
laughing, cheering and toasting
to the good fortune that
money can't buy.
A perfect day.
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