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Washing Lines 7: Valletta, Malta

I was trawling through photos from various European cities, hoping to spot a washing line — when I saw the cluster at bottom left, above, I was thrilled. Closer examination revealed more than just one! I suspect the street is littered with dropped clothes pegs and lost socks.

There are at least four of those ‘bar’-type driers on the left side of the street.

Whereas on the right side, it seems to be “hang the sheets out the window” day.

This may be my last Monday Washing Lines post, unless I find more photos lurking in unexplored folders.

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Washing Lines 6: Venice

I’ve been to Venice only once, at Christmas 1998 (which explains the poor quality of this photo: a scan of a bad print — there are limits to what Photoshop can do!). This was when I was living in London, and I always went somewhere over the enforced break. It was chilly, and frosty, but marvellously free of tourists. I wandered many back streets and side canals, awestruck by this beautiful, endangered, city.

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Washing Lines 5: after snorkelling

This is my balcony on the stern of Radiance of the Seas (my sole foray into cruising on a white fun palace; lesson learned!). In this photo, we are heading away from the Isle of Pines, New Caledonia, where I’d had a marvellous, hour-long snorkelling session around La Rocher (Sacred Rock).

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Washing Lines 3: rubber gloves

I always smile when I see this photo.

What does “Happy Hour” mean to you? Reduced prices on wine and cocktails? Well, on the Jubilee Sailing Trust’s two tall ships, it means the hour spent each day cleaning the ship. You can imagine how many rubber gloves end up wet both inside and out! Here they are after a Happy Hour on Tenacious, Atlantic Ocean, 2004.

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Washing Lines 2: Nepal

I never found out what the very colourful (mostly vibrant pink!) cloth spread out to dry on the ground was. If you peer into the murk, you may just be able to make out another set of hills; and beyond that, up in the sky, you may, if your imagination runs that way, spot some snow-capped peaks. Due to dust, haze and pollution, March/April 2005 did not offer great views for our trek in the Himalayan foothills.

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Washing Lines 1: at sea

Hanging up the washing, Indian Ocean, somewhere between Durban and Mauritius.

On a long sailing voyage (this one was about five weeks long, from South Africa to India), clothes washing day for your group is keenly anticipated. You can hand-wash socks and, ahem, unmentionables, and drape them around the accommodation area to dry (such as my socks, in the feature photo) — but that can’t match clothes run through the washing machine and hung outside to dry in the sun and the clean fresh sea air.

Monday Washing Lines I’ve been seeing other bloggers’ posts for this challenge, but I thought I didn’t have any photos of drying laundry. Wrong!


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