It’s not possible to like all types of music. Personally, rap is misspelt and I’m not particularly a fan of folk music – fingers in ears and black dogs and stuff. But, to blanket ban some of these forms in ones listening is to narrow down your options of coming across a derivative that may… Continue reading The absorbing amalgam of Ana A
When I pulled off the drive very early Friday morning my elderly neighbour was outside, ready for his daily constitutional, punching the air with joy. It was the first time I had seen him smile in months. “We did it,” he shouted, “We got the right result. Now let’s get that Cameron out. Waster.”… Continue reading Disenfranchised ? Moi ?
The main route from Aranda to Burgos is straight as an arrow, and I suspect,the route most people will take. However, if you are on a bike, you almost certainly have to choose the scenic route throught the villages but, shush, don’t tell anyone, it’s better anyway.I had a feeling that my Garmin had the… Continue reading Day 10 Aranda to Burgos…..lost in translation…
I recently stumbled upon a motorway coffee stop in the UK where a small coffee was small – not a mug; a medium coffe was a decent cup – not a large plant pot; and a large coffee was a mug – not a paint tin. I remember remarking my surprise that their descriptions actually… Continue reading Days 13/14 The route to the boat…reflections and more stunning scenery
My last minute change of plan gave me two full days in Burgos, one of the main stopovers planned for this trip, so I was looking forward to my time and having a poke around. I’d found an Airbnb place just behind the cathedral so was smack where the action is. Not only is Burgos… Continue reading Days 11/12 Burgos rest days…
The main route from Aranda to Burgos is straight as an arrow, and I suspect,the route most people will take. However, if you are on a bike, you almost certainly have to choose the scenic route throught the villages but, shush, don’t tell anyone, it’s better anyway. I had a feeling that my Garmin had… Continue reading Day 10 Aranda to Burgos …..lost in translation….
Only the sleepiest cyclist can take the wrong direction out of the smallest town. And then, due to some motorway access restrictions add to his woes by having to pursue an 8 miles detour. Oh well, it was a short ride for the day and I was heading for a rest day in Aranda. I… Continue reading Day 9 El Burgo de Osma to Aranda…. The finer points of cycling Spain, well some anyway….