Tag Archives: South

We Love Toe Mail!

1 Jun

Love Out Loud’s toes were featured in the awesome blog ToeMail, which posts photos of toes in wonderful places and in original situations from all over the world.

Intrigued? Check out the photo here.

I will be away for a week, so I wish you all a great week and I look forward to catching up on your posts when I get back!

Peace and love

Photo Friday – Lazing on a Winter Afternoon

20 Jan

Lazing on a Winter Afternoon

Photo Friday – Secret Streets

2 Dec

Secret Streets

What Gets You up in the Morning?

5 Oct

Waking up in London is easy. From 5am I hear the delivery and rubbish trucks moaning in the streets. From 6.30am buses open and close their screeching doors every fifteen minutes outside my window. From 7.30am the hum of cars at the cross-roads signals that the city is awake. Millions of people are already preparing for a day of action and decision, of learning and discovery, of fulfilment and happiness. By 8am I bury my half-open eyes into the warm pillow, relishing the smell of sleep and sweet dreams. I know that in the neighbourhood someone has already done a morning work-out, had a fresh fruit juice, read the paper, got their kids ready for school, prepared lunch for the family, and is on the way to work, looking fresh and full of energy.

“I gotta get moving,” I mumble to myself, stretching in bed and reaching for my diary. “How many things are programmed for today?”

Waking up in the South of France is a challenge for the unprepared. Heck, even the locals seem to have a hard time making out of bed on time for work. Shutters keep out the sunlight, making the body insensitive to the time of day. Living in suburbia, my morning alarm is a rooster calling out from a neighbouring house. Birds tell each other their dreams and I listen, lulled back to sleep by their songs. The elderly gentleman in the house opposite is no doubt walking around his garden, checking what changes the night brought on his crops. The cats are stretching on their fences, wary of getting their paws wet on the shimmering morning dew. The sun, like a ripe grapefruit, is peeking out to check that the world is ready for him. My plants are shivering in the shade; the warmth won’t get to them until the afternoon.

The alarm rings for the third time. “I should get up,” I think to myself, seeing the sunlight creep in under the door “Or else I’ll miss the cool smell of morning air, the shadows cast on the kitchen walls by the rising sun, the rare stillness of the trees, and the silence that falls upon the whole of nature in the early hours of day”. I open the shutters eagerly and a smile spreads across my face. “Good morning to you too, Mother Nature!”

Photo Friday – September in the South

30 Sep

September in the South

September in the South of France is temperamental: it changes its mood from one day to the next and we can never predict what it will bring us tomorrow. Even the morning is not a clear indicator of the day to come: a thick fog may hide everything from view during breakfast, while at lunch I would have to close all the shutters to keep out the heat.

This week, temperatures have been between 26 and 32 degrees Celsius. I would worry about getting sunburnt after ten minutes out on the balcony watering the plants. Friends are racing to the beach to catch the last rays of summer sun and sun cream is still a member of my handbag clan.

Last week, however, when taking photos in the evening, I had to walk on the spot to keep warm. My jumper and jacket weren’t enough to stop the cold seeping through to my skin, and my fingers lost their colour from holding the camera in a fixed position. I would have willingly accepted some gloves and a hat. I thought autumn had come for good and so I wanted to capture its arrival.