Lunch time at Charleston farmhouse

 Hot food is served in the barn..

 Hot food meant pizza which I didn't fancy. I wanted some English food, ploughman's lunch maybe.

 Here at a tent was cold food, I opted for an almost frozen slice of quiche.

 Did some writing as I ate, asked a lady next to me to take my picture.

Though the food was nothing to write home about, the surroundings was sumptuous. It was an extremely beautiful day.

Charleston farmhouse

This was where I made the trip to Lewes. Until 6 months ago I've never even heard of Charleston farmhouse or the Bloomsbury group. Virginia Woolf, I've heard of but never read anything written by her. But here I was visiting Charleston farmhouse and reading everything I can get my hands on about the Bloomsbury group. Susan Branch, an American author visited Charleston farmhouse in her new book spoke of such a charming place that I had to visit for myself. Everything was how she described it. The grounds was so beautiful and the interiors was nothing like you've ever seen in your life.

Charleston farmhouse, a video

Lewes, Sussex, England

 The path leading up to Lewes castle.

 A church spire.

 The alley leading to Anne of Cleves' house. She was given a house here by King Henry VIII but she never lived in it. I didn't have time to see it though it was just a few houses down this lane.

Lewes, though quite small, has cute and interesting shops. This is one of the closest train station to Charleston farmhouse and therefore sees a lot of visitors, those who come to visit Charleston. An easy train ride from London Victoria station puts you right in Lewes.

The battle of Lewes 1264

I arrived in Lewes to find the whole town or almost the whole town in period costumes. Up in the castle ground all the actors gathered to reenact the battle of Lewes which happened on May 14, 1264. So every year on May 14 except this year it was on May 16 which was a Saturday. It was a battle between King Henry III and Simon de Monfort. I didn't stay to watch as the shuttle from Lewes to Charleston farmhouse was about to leave.

Smell the roses

They say, to stop and smell the roses. I've reached that time in my life when I need to do that. As the train raced towards Dresden, Germany, I saw to my delight the masses of wild roses along the tracks. I can't help feeling excited. To those living there the scene might seem boring but to one like me from Southern California where we only plant succulents it was a great delight. In Dresden I found a rose garden and as I sat on this bench I collared a passerby to take my picture. He obliged. I sat for a few moments longer savoring the sweet smell of the roses. It was a moment of heaven.

Lewes, England

The closest town to Charleston is Lewes or at least the closest trim station is Lewes. I caught the train from Victoria station in London. They were reenacting the battle of Lewes that Saturday morning and I only got to see some of them in costume. There was a shuttle between Lewes train station and Charleston farmhouse and I waited with a bunch of older ladies. It seems they come from all over the area and come to visit a few times each year. They meet friends there or families. There was supposed to be a reading by an author there that day and Charleston was teeming with visitors.

Let us to the garden go

 Bring the wheel barrow and make yourself useful....

 Enter this way, through the walled garden. This was the original wall of the early days of the farmhouse.

The shuttle dropped us off at around 12 noon, we had another hour before the first tour of the days starts. So we wandered around the grounds till our tour of the house starts. Its enough just being outside in that glorious sunlight and being among such beauty. There was another English lady that I sat next to on the bus. While we were in the house we were mouthing and repeating everything that the guide said, it felt like we've there before, after reading all about the house. She asked who my favorite Bloomsbury person was. I hadn't thought about it but she told me hers was Dora Carrington, the painter.

Official photograph

I had my picture taken by the official photographer of Charleston trust. He said they display pictures of visitors and being the only non white person he picked me. I asked him to use my camera to take my picture.

I love you England

I just landed home. What a glorious day that was the day I went to Charleston farmhouse. The weather was so perfect, unseasonably warm. Everyone was in a good mood. I met a lot of retired English ladies who make the trek to Charleston a few times a year from wherever they lived. Every year the Charleston trust puts up the Charleston festival where an author would come and give a talk. The ladies would meet friends and families there or they'll rekindle old friendship. What a marvelous idea. But more abut Charleston in later postings.

London

Leaving for London now.

Old Jaffa, Israel

Early morning stroll in old Jaffa.

Tel Aviv

Early morning in Tel Aviv, Israel, February 2014!

Now a memory

I can't believe the visit to the Sinai desert is now quite a distant memory. I still remember the day I stepped into the Egyptian side at Taba crossing, alone and not knowing what to expect. What audacity, what guts, what was I thinking.Next I was whisked away by an Egyptian taxi driver to St Catherine monastery and Mt Sinai. Before I could processed anything, I got up and climbed Mt Sinai at 2 in the morning. I still marvel at the memory. I'm off to London and Berlin next week.

The rock

In the Bible, Moses struck the rock once and water gushed out for the Israelites to drink during their march in the Sinai desert. But the Islamic legend tells of Musa (Moses) striking this rock 12 times and therefore one can see the 12 gashes in the rock.

Jerusalem

Store in Jerusalem.

Good bye, Tel Aviv

See you next year, maybe. I'm on to other things and places.

Charleston, Sussex, England

I'm leaving for London next week to visit Charleston, the former home of Vanessa Bell, sister of Virginia Woolf. I've read so much about the house that I can't wait to photograph and to paint it. And to come out with a book about it. Stay tune!

Carmel market, Tel Aviv

This was Friday but it could be Friday anywhere in the world, not in Israel where they should be preparing for Shabbat. Not so, here we were all gathered, to hear this older Jewish woman singing some old Jewish songs.

Around Tel Aviv

I sat in the afternoon sun at an ice-cream parlor and watch people go by. There were some interesting shots, this one for example.

Tel Aviv

I was surprised, it being Friday, that there should be so many people out and about in Carmel market. If this was Jerusalem, the town will be emptying for the Shabbat. But Tel Aviv is not Jerusalem. It was the weekend, not Shabbat and there was a party atmosphere. I was in for more surprises.

Eating on the run

I'm the queen of eating on the run. When I have only a short time to see so many things, most times I have to grab a bite to eat and continue my rounds. Whether it be a ham sandwich in France, a pizza in Naples or an Arancino in Sicily, its all good, its all fun. Even as I write this in my home, I'm longing for the days when I'll do it again. I'm aching to take my camera out, pack a little tote bag and be out the door and visiting another part of the globe. I'll be doing that in 2 weeks.