Incredible Okçular!

For Gawd’s Sake

. . not another walking and flowers post!

This is one of the really good things about blogging; we can get to bore the pants off everyone and, unless we happen to be a ‘stats freak’, never be aware of the yawns and glazed eyes! Bliss!

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So, yes, this is about a couple of back-to-back days of gentle wandering with a few impressions of what being a ‘Boffer’ in Okçular is all about. Well, not exactly ‘all’ because this time of year there are plenty of chores to be done like pruning trees and pressure-washing the fossils ferns embedded in the Muğla stone slabs in the yard.

Anyway, enough of all that. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin . .

Once upon a time, by the edge of the forest, there lived this old geezer and his missus. They felt a great affinity with the trees and flowers and creatures of the woods and loved to go a-wandering, communing with Mother Nature and her off-spring. They whispered to the trees and the trees whispered back . .

J whispering endearments

. . even the elemental spirits, hidden from the eyes of the sceptical, would appear to them from time to time.

 

the Water Spirit – can you see it?

Spring has sprung – after a cold snap and a late start the buds are budding and the flowers are flowing and flowers are – well – flowering! Come and wander, it’ll do your spirit good!

Asphdelus aestivus – Asphodels are everywhere

Romulea tempskyana Sand Crocus and Gagea arvensis

Giant Orchid (pale coloured from lower slopes)

. . and this dark beauty from higher up the mountain

the inevitable Algerian Iris – they are everywhere

some with the richest of colour

early stages of Coq au Vin

We thought he was a bold fellow until we noticed that he was securely tied in place. Now, a Southerner like me can make a joke here about Yorkshireites and their funny accents and title this as ‘Chicken in t’ wine’. However J, who is well known as a regional accent buff at Pedant’s Corner, Private Eye, has spotted this over my shoulder and insisted that I insert the following correction which is a direct copy from that illustrious organ:

Dear Ed,

Pedantry Corner:
To Farmer Geddon (Eye 1289), Peter Sharples (Eye 1290) and Charles Warwick (Eye 1291) I am obliged to say “Nay lad!”
Being South Yorkshire born and bred, (although now away many decades), in our area the ‘the’ was never a ‘t’ at all. The ‘the’ was and is an almost imperceptible hiatus between  two words. The nearest I can come to writing it is “trouble at ‘ mill” – the ‘ in place of the three missing letters of ‘the’. Or, a longer example, “Down ‘ Wicker weer ‘ watter runs ovver ‘ weir.” (three missing thes)
The important thing to remember is that to really represent the accent accurately you must definitely sound these examples out loud wherever you are.
I especially fondly recall ” ‘t i’n’t in ‘ tin” (only one the here).
Your for ‘ society o’ ‘ preservation o’ regional accents,
Janet Surman.

Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü and forest

18 thoughts on “For Gawd’s Sake

  1. Lovely pictures and accompanying comments. All we have is wet, rain then more wet!! Snowdrops are struggling through but Spring is still a way away.

  2. Alan, Glad spring has arrived in ‘ village. On ‘ island, ‘ trees in ‘ front of ‘ building are blooming. ‘ mimosas (‘ ones with ‘ yellow flowers) are beautiful now. Thanks, J, for ‘ lesson on ‘regional accent of South Yorkshire. By George, I think we’ve got it!

    1. . . not sure if B2B will pick up on this, so hope she’ll forgive me for poking my nose in – a Brummie comes from Birmingham (the real one and not the imposter from Alabama) and there they speak Brummigen.

  3. Gosh Alan — you and J lead such charmed lives! How lovely to go a wandering among the flora in fauna in Turkey. Feel free to bore us with all the posts you want with such lovely pictures.

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