From the outside Black Shed is everything I hoped it would be. From the inside Black Shed is everything I hoped it would be. This rather special house has been on my radar since we lived in Manchester a dozen years ago, but their no dog policy meant that it was out of bounds until […]
Head North. A study in green and blue.
Day one. Already I’m bursting with the energy of discovery. A perfect morning at Goldings. But we have to leave the beauty, the tranquility. Jordan’s Cafe. Long Rock. Bacon roll. Coffee. St Michael’s Mount. And a steam train. From a distance I’m appalled at the pall of smoke over Penzance Staion (does pall pertain to […]
When Bob The Budgie came out, as a canary!
A piece of the cross? Sunday morning. A hard climb. Closer to heaven. Got to get there before the tour buses. A mile above the campsite there’s the Monasterio de Santo Toribio de Liébana. Above that there’s a lookout point and the Ermita de Santa Catalina. It’s the Ermita I’m interested in. A small chapel, […]
The Road From Santiago.
The empty road. Heading east towards Lugo on a Sunday. Fiesta Sunday. The towns are packed. The big road is empty. 50kms and hardly a car. It doesn’t feel real for driving to be this easy. Can I leave the van do its thing and climb in the back to make a cup of tea? […]
Back on the road. Lands End to Fisterra.
The first blog is always the hardest. The easy thing is to not write it at all. Writing is like a muscle, exercise and it works better. Let’s test the theory… The Grey Ferry. Llanes and other Spanish adventures. The huge Pont Aven ferry leaves Plymouth 15 minutes late. The team is stressed, it has […]
Lupins and Bluebells.
The scent of home is lupin and bluebell. Huge drifts of bush lupin surround the caravan. The thicket field is deep covered in bluebell. Heading home. A night in the disused station car park at Roscoff (romantic). Roscoff in the sunshine. Next thing we’re entering the gates of Hades again as we board the sixth ferry […]