There were times during the last few days when I thought that I was cycling to the top of Spain and whilst I clearly wasn’t, you know what they say, perception is everything. Surely then I must come down at some point. You see, this is the benefit of hills; Great views Makes you stronger… Continue reading Days 8 and 9 Albarracín /Daroca/Zaragoza
I am sure that I remember it correctly. In Laurie Lee’s “A Moment of War” he describes arriving in Teruel and “liberating” a van which was parked outside the church. Nothing was done or said but the van was commandeered and proved useful, no doubt. When I arrived in Teruel,sure enough the van had gone.… Continue reading Day 6 El Toro to Teruel
Valencia is one of those cities I could have spent more time in. I was getting the feel for the place and was enjoying wandering around. Today, however, I leave this area and the tourist spots behind and head into the hills. Wandering on the wild side...well, as wild as it gets, this is the… Continue reading Day 5 Valencia to El Toro
I am domiciled in an old Spanish house, off a cobbled street slick with rain. My host is an affable chap whose broken English is better than my broken Spanish and he welcomes me with a knowing pity. I have a huge bedroom containing 4 beds. Somehow I booked a family room. This makes it… Continue reading Day 3 Xàtiva to Valencia.
Well, that didn’t quite go to plan.I had given myself another 30 mile ride from Alcoi to Xàtiva thus easing myself in gently. Thunder storms were forecast and I thought that with an early start I could be in Xàtiva for lunchtime and with any luck the storms would be way behind me. I was… Continue reading Day 2 Alcoi to Xàtiva
Caveat emptor. The next few weeks will see me post from my iPad with all that that entails. If it's a bit wonky - that may be why. As global warming once again plays merry with UK weather patterns I find myself relaxing in a shady spot, a cerveza in hand, kicking back in Alicante… Continue reading Day 1 Alicante to Alcoi …pain is temporary
Sometimes you get to be so busy that the passage of time goes unnoticed. Then, when you get to sit quietly, somewhere unusual perhaps (I still like to sit on the floor in a corner once in a while), you reflect on the water passed under the bridge. In an attempt to reduce the list… Continue reading Completely finishing…
Villafruela is a small village approached from the south to a crossroads. No signs. No signals. No sign of life. High up on moorland, not a bar on my phone to be had. An old lady heading towards me taking her morning constitutional, quietly minding her own business to the song of the birds, was… Continue reading Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull
For about 12 months now there has been a black dog skirting the grounds of our garden trying to force his way in. We’ve watched this dog with care and vigilance, since occasionally he would get too close, and we had seen him before. But now, the dog is in the house and we are… Continue reading Life is a minestrone..
Who said the words that have stuck in your head throughout your life ? I was 8, I think, when a school inspector crept up to my desk, accompanied by a self-important teacher, and stared at my drawing of a puffin. I had practiced my puffins and I could draw them from memory, no problem.… Continue reading Who said what …