The fourth (and last) of our black and white pictures

Here’s the final post in this series, which follows more details on why we chose the first, second and third photos as part our series of four black and white pictures. As you know the first two images were of holiday memories, and the third was prompted by where we used to live, so it seems only right that the final image was of our new location. It’s also the only photo not taken by me in the series too.

MOH took this photo of one of his regular bike rides, it’s a place we drive past often and so it was a bit of a shock to see the field full of water that first winter we were here. We were already a little bit more shocked than we thought we would be by the weather and its impact on the area around us, and I remember thinking how much hardier these country folk were, much more than us townies and questioning if we’d made the right decision to move.

But to give you an indication of how grim it was, and how much of an eye opener it was, there’s very little difference colour wise between the colour and black and white photo. There’s definitely some mileage in the ‘it’s grim up north’ saying, but it’s also true we’re glad we moved here as there is so much more it offers us.

The black and white photo loses the place names on the sign, but I think accentuates the pot hole - which like many places is sadly a way of life right now. We’ve learnt that here though they draw a yellow circle around them, we’re not convinced this is to highlight where repairs are needed though as often the yellow circle wears off and needs replacing too! You’ve got to laugh though…

So the final image is a good reminder of our first winter in our new house, and I think complements the other images in our series of four black and white pictures, each of which includes an element of nature. Together they make a great and impactful display in our bedroom of our now not quite so new house!

The third of our black and white pictures

I’ve already shared more about the first and second pictures which now hang framed on our bedroom wall, today the image choice turns away from holiday memories and is a much more day to day image, or it was until we moved.

We’d lived in our London house in Blackheath for just over twenty years before we moved to rural Nottinghamshire, and we were keen to have some of our Greenwich life represented in our four black and white picture choices - it had been a big, infact the biggest, part of our lives together.

We wanted something that represented the area, rather than our old house, but something that wasn’t quite the usual shot of Greenwich. Greenwich Park was an obvious choice as we both enjoyed using that space but choosing a single image was tough, so we needed something else.

We regular walked along the Thames Path, and more often than that MOH spent many weekend mornings cycling that way too - I did too at times, but the uphill route home wasn’t a favourite of mine!

This is a photo that I’ve shared here before, and was taken on one of those longer (and permitted) lockdown walks, which explains why there’s few people around - a time when the world was just as crazy (if not more so) than it is today. In the original post I also shared how that walk had revived memories of when MOH proposed, it wasn’t in this spot, but it was on a jetty further along from here. The weather wasn’t like this on that day, it was February and snow was forecast - which of course wasn’t in his plans, and snow is rarely in my plans at all!

In this photo I think there’s more detail in the coloured version - you can see the white twisted columns of the cable car more clearly, but in the black and white version I think it’s the Thames overall that is most prominent.

It’s a great image to have of our long time home, it evokes so many memories of living there and of the area’s heritage, so it’s another great inclusion in our series of four black and white pictures.

The second of our black and white pictures

Last Monday I shared more about the first of these photos which now hang framed on our bedroom wall, today I’m revisiting another holiday memory and strangely also from 2014.

It was also a place we were revisiting, but somewhere we’d first visited together in the autumn of 2012. We’d booked a walking holiday on one of the new holiday’s offered as the Rota Vincentina in Alentejo had only recently opened. We weren’t really sure what to expect, but a week away in the relative warmth of Portugal’s sun in mid-October sounded like a good plan. And it was, we had a great holiday in 2012 and fell in love with the region as a whole, and actually with Portugal too.

We vowed to come back, and two years later we did just that. This time our visit was in June, rather than October and instead of walking between hotels we hired a car and based ourselves at the mid-point of the route from that original trip, using that as our base to revisit many of the places we’d visited before, and even retracing our steps along some of the coastal path.

We’d seen some storks near to our hotel on our first trip and we were mesmerised and amazed, and a little bit scared of walking too close! On our second trip we weren’t expecting to see such a fantastic sight as we drove back along a quiet road to our hotel. So we pulled over and had our own personal photo shoot with the, what I imagine, are the proud parents.

Again the photo is great in colour, and it’s full of warmth from the sun but somehow in black and white the main subjects stand out even more.

Portugal is such a beautiful place, and we’ve been back to visit other parts of the country - including Lisbon, Porto and the Douro valley - many times since, but the Alentejo region holds a special place in my heart, and I suspect it’s about time we made another visit there.

But in the meantime we have a second great holiday memory right there on the wall as part of our series of four black and white pictures, and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out.