Widdershins

Santiago to Santander Many, many kilometres ago in a village in Valencia, when I admitted I’m not musical, the cellist, Edgar, asked if I sing. It’s a relative term for what I do, but I told him that Graham and I usually sing one-song-to-the-tune-of-another when we are cycling along. Thankfully, most of our songs have …

Bikeless in Barcelona

We had a happy couple of days exploring Barcelona, visiting Gaudí’s fairytale Casa Batllo: the one with the feline-balconies, Mr Whippy ice-cream swirly ceilings and the dragon-scaled rooftop. Yesterday we spent a sunny afternoon in Güell Park. Today, as we cycled along the coast, I retrieved Graham’s peaked cycling cap which had fallen from his …

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