Remembering

The flowers in Madeira reminded me of my mother’s garden in South Africa. She loved gardening and the plants grew well for her – they really had no choice as she urged and cajoled them into growth. Indeed, they hardly dared not flourish! These were happy memories, but then, as I walked round the Museum…

Madeira

A week in Madeira has been a kaleidoscope of fascinating images. The terrace farming, abandoned terraces, and the stark ravines of the interior spoke of another life which found an outlet in the Mercado Lavradores. And then there were the tourists.  And overall the rainbows. I hope these few pictures capture something of what I…