Not Just a Pretty Face

I’ve ventured into the blogosphere, I never thought I’d see the day and today it arrived. Now it’s come, it will take me a time to gather my thoughts and try and make some sense of them…always a bit tricky but practice makes perfect and that’s the idea of starting the blog.

I’ve just completed my first book, and like anyone who has given birth, I’m glowing with pride at my creation.  But I’ll have to contain my enthusiasm for a while longer while the process of getting published progresses….. however that manifests. The blog is a way of getting rid of my frustration at the slow progress or so it seems to me, as well as a narrative of my journey up to this point. I’m a Sagittarian and we like to gallop along and feel the wind in our hair, at the moment I’m sort of grazing , that’s good as well of course, have to get the nourishment to be able to gallop.

Most people at some time or another in their lives say they would like to write a book, it wasn’t one of my ambitions in life. And yet here I am having written one. It came about because the opportunity presented itself, and I, without hesitation, took it. I was on holiday in Cyprus, visiting a cousin who lives in the mountains in a traditional house which she has restored. Surrounded by the traditional artefacts with which her house was furnished and hearing about the traditions of the village way of life, I started to wonder how these traditions are holding their own in the 21st century. From these musings I started to think it would be a good idea to record some of the food traditions in some way and the idea then came to me, I could do that and investigate how the traditional crafts of basket making, weaving and pottery have evolved. This took me on a journey and the book was the result photos and all. To be honest I had as much fun doing the layout on Blurb as I did writing and researching it, the whole thing was a blast. I got a huge amount of satisfaction from the whole process because through it I strengthened the connections with my dad’s family as they were involved in the project, I got to satisfy  my curiosity about some of the crafts and met some of the modern day craftsmen , I got to record some of my favourite recipes and all this gave me a far greater feeling of connection with the island and my dad, who is now long gone.

I have had many holidays in Cyprus in the past but the ones I remember most clearly and with most affection were the early ones before the Turkish invasion. In those days my dad’s family still lived in their village on the outskirts of Lefkosia, when you visited everybody knew and as you were within walking distance of nearly all of them it was easy for people to drop by. Now with the family  scattered across the sprawling city of Lefkosia, it takes more effort and involves car journeys along busy main roads, a bit like London with a lot more dust and heat.  I lost that sense of connection with the authentic Cyprus ,through writing the book I found it again.


4 thoughts on “Not Just a Pretty Face

  1. I would love to read your book once it’s published! It really sounds fantastic and very interesting. My father is from Lefkosis too as it happens! I’m pleased to ‘meet’ someone else who shares a similar background to me.. 🙂 Gabriella

    1. Hi Gabriella, I was so pleased to find your blog, there aren’t that many about Cyprus food etc. I’m glad you like the sound of the book. I loved doing it. Where abouts in Lefkosia does your dad come from?

      1. The old family house was actually where the Astra head office is now..I can never remember the name of the place though. Now when we’re there we live in Engomi – in fact I’m luckily going to be back next week! I’m going to be attempting flaouna when I’m there, I can’t find the right cheese for it anywhere in London, unfortunately.

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