At El Horreo the cafe a short stroll along along the road from my rooms on Rose Street the day has a reliable familiarity to it, at around nine am the cafe opens somewhat sleepily, like a rather grumpy middle aged man, here you can find me on most days taking my breakfast, always the same, … More The Cafe on Rose Street
The Spaniards who first colonised these islands in the 15th Century were so enamoured with their discovery that they named them The Fortunate Islands … More The Calima
Here in the House of the Fat Cat once you close the big wooden front doors you enter an oasis of coolness away from the heat of the day, the thick stone walls offer shade and muffle the sounds of the street, here you enter a different world. Il Casa del gato gordo is currently … More Pedro Denise & Me.
The real boss of the house comes to introduce himself. Cesare, the Cat, a beast of truly epic proportions. … More The House of the Fat Cat
Today I leave Spain, having spent more than two weeks travelling across the country. I began in France, with a bicycle and a rucksack. I went up mountains and down again, through mile upon mile of vineyards and valleys, across streams and rivers so numerous that I couldn’t count them, through forests and glades and … More Santiago.
I head out from the little town of Astorga, chocolate town is how I will remember it, so many chocolate makers, so many shops with windows crammed with the stuff, it’s early morning and stalls are being set up for market day, van loads of fruit and vegetables are being decanted onto table tops which … More Murder in the Mountains
This peaceful gothic bridge across the River Orbigo that I crossed the other day belies a turbulent and bloody past. Battles fought by the Visigoths, the Romans, The Christians and Moors, a British General, John Moore even blew part of it up when having a run in with Napaoleons army during the Peninsular War, but … More Knights in Womens Knickers.
This morning I wake up in the beautiful City of Leon, I am four hundred and sixty kilometres into my journey, more than half way, I have climbed a few mountains, then raced down the same number, crossed wide plains, gone through vineyards and olive groves, through villages and Cities. My Camino De Santiago began … More 460.
I walk past houses , window boxes with bright flowers, neat gardens, TV screens that flicker behind net curtains, warm, comfortable, these are homes, how cosy they seem to me, cosy and impossible. I take a short cut across Queens Park, early evening, the children have gone home, just a few stragglers remain, the rain … More Camino.