Some countries bellow ‘colour’ at you through a megaphone. India is a great example. I have learned working with Gary Tyson of F8 Photography how powerful the right colours can be. When I wander with my camera I much more sensitive to the impact of vibrant colours. I often find them in unexpected places.
One morning we were shuttled off to Castelo Rodrigo with the usual laundry list of must see sights beckoning. I think I missed all of them. The guide was trying to draw me towards the centre of the village where, rather worryingly, was to be found an ancient pillory. And on the map a little further on, the ominous sign for a Prison House. I suspected a plot. Remember, remember, the 20th June……
So I, Mrs. Ha and our fellow hooky player quietly fell back from the quacking pack of ducklings and explored the lesser publicised areas of downtown Castelo Rodrigo. Here are a few colour punches from our ramble.
I love the tiled roofs, the gorgeous ochre (?), so easily overlooked.
You simply need to keep your eyes off Mrs. Duck and steer clear of the
junk handicraft shops. What struck us all was the gardens. Every home seemed to have a Chelsea Flower Show potential winner, probably in the best wildlife garden category. Magnificent hydrangea macrophylla, fruit bushes and for me the enveloping surround sound of birdsong, most notably the Serin. Even the humble House Sparrow, Passer domesticus seemed driven to serenade us, if a spadger can do such a thing.
Sadly the experience was timed out and Jemima Puddleduck called us all to order so we could quack and waddle our way back to the cruise boat. At least I had had my Colour-fix for the day (one of the lesser known Gauls). Thank you Castelo Rodrigo.