A remnant of their Moorish heritage, tile adorned building facades are a feature of many a Portuguese old town. Sneak behind the bar and souvenir lined main street and you will find the homes of those who live here and call these towns home, all year round. Here you discover these wonderful decorations, all very different, creating individuality for many of the dwellings and appealing very much to my love of patterns. In the brilliant light of the this far point of Europe, the colours, details and sheen of the tiles bejewel these simple cobbled streets, and otherwise architecturally unimposing buildings. My favourites are the the geometric patterns and the interlocking floral repeating patterns, those with a hint of gold in the design really do shimmer in the sunlight.
I would love to have wondered more and collected many, but on the day I got to mooch I had Tink in tow and after a couple of streets, without retail respite for him, the call was, “No more tiles please”. To be fair we were on a mummy and son shopping trip, so I was lucky to get what I did.
For other pattern addicts here’s the close ups….
Yes we are on our hols and only at the very beginning. The last two mornings I’ve been up at seven as Tink has been awake. Each morning we’ve gone outside to enjoy the early sun and taken our sketch books. Sat quietly as the air warms with the advancing sun we’ve sketched together. Its like a magical thing I would love to do on holiday but it would never happen.. but it has. So sketch club is formed and I hope we do lots more, even if we don’t I’ll treasure the memory of the first two mornings.
So Stig has gone off to adventure camp this week and the last couple of weeks we have been preparing him for this escapade. As you can imagine the kit list required a good pair of walking boots or sturdy shoes. Knowing full well that his existing pair were on the small side, and that a few other items were required, we toddled off to one of those big outdoors type shops.
There was plenty of choice, but of course we needed to consider price and practicality, by that I mean they needed to be Velcro, or so we thought. Stig particularly liked a pair, in the sale but with laces and so the challenge was on. We have been here before with laces and too much frustration has seen new shoes being launched across the room. But maybe, just maybe, now was the right time.
He had a go at tying them in the shop, unsuccessfully, but there seemed to be no frustration. So we made a deal. “learn to tie your laces before adventure camp and you can have five pounds to take with you.”
Yesterday morning he strode out of our front door wearing those shiny new boots ( won’t be so shiny when they get home I’m sure), laces tied with double knot and a fiver in his pocket.
He has persevered this week, having a go most days and he’s cracked it. Plus he’s so pleased with his new ability and his new boots that he’s had them on his feet most days and I’ve seen him admiring his own handy work a couple of times.
It’s another sign that maturity can start to bring those often much lacking qualities in our adopted children, patience and self belief.