Well of course it is, it’s June after all and the meteorological summer has arrived in Spain. Even though we’ve been here for almost ten weeks, I can honestly say we haven’t acclimatised too well. Mrs S has taken to a vampiresque lifestyle (minus the bloodsucking) and the evening strolls have veered towards late night walks, when it is much nicer for a stroll or strollete if you prefer. Continue reading “It ain’t half hot mum.”
The blog below was just about finished and I was almost ready to publish it, when we heard the dreadful news from Manchester. We truly are lost for words but wanted to send our condolences to those who have lost loved ones or have been injured.
Again, it’s been longer than I’d have liked, before being able to write another blog but here we go, finally. I have to admit that I have been struggling for something to talk about, so this one may wander off here and there but it’s something different to be writing without a thread in my mind…..
I thought it was time to have another look back some of our very early walking attempts and try and bring them up to date but it’s ok, I won’t be going through each and every one, although each one has something noteworthy about it, at least in my mind. So, as well as slow walking, I’ve added walking down memory lane to the mix.
Since buying the house, we’d managed a few (very) short walks out of the village and decided that it would be great to venture further afield, to try and walk to some of the places we’d only visited by looking at them from afar but not that far. Continue reading “A walk on the coast, in December.”
Anyway, I remembered there being a car repair centre next to the Eroski supermarket, which wasn’t far away at all and so we drove down there and I explained what had happened to one of the mechanics. He took the wheel, which went on a rig, he squirted some liquid on the dented part of the wheel and it bubbled madly all over the place. Continue reading “On location. Part 2.”
This blog is brought to you, for a change, from on location in Sunny Sedella. Yes, we’re actually here and not having to write about it from a less than sunny outlook. As I start this latest thrilling instalment it’s currently 10 past 9 in the morning, I’m sitting on the terrace and looking out at the white painted houses, with the sun reflecting onto them. We’re not in the sun just yet but it won’t be too long before it swings around and bumps the temperature up.
With this blog being called The Slow Walkers, I thought it was about time that walking was mentioned, or slow walking to be more accurate.
Back in the UK, walking wasn’t something we did much at all, certainly not planned walks and suchlike. Ok, we’d walk to the shops and things like that but not too much else. Visiting Sedella changed all that, as it’s such a glorious place to be, you just feel the need to wander around…..
Hello again and welcome to the 3 month anniversary of my first blog. Actually, it’s a little bit over that but I can’t be rounding it up to 4 months or even almost 4 months.
What can I say about the past 3 months, well, there was the initial wailing and frustration at not being able to put things where I wanted them on the pages. I foolishly thought it would be a case of what you see on the page is what you get, I was mistaken…….
We were the only two passengers in the minibus and Mrs S glanced over at me, as the vehicle bounced around and mouthed, what I saw as “wah wee o-ring”. If I’d had an online translator, I could have worked out that she actually said, where are we going? Seeing as neither of us had been on that road before, my answer was always going to be “I don’t know” but it was daylight, so that was a good thing, wasn’t it?…..
Well, the last blog ended rather suddenly and with no cliffhanger scenario to draw you back for another visit. As I sit here now, I’m beginning to have unsettling flashbacks to my school days and the constant battle with essays. I say essays but my English teacher, Mr Moore, who had a very broad Welsh accent, disagreed and felt that two pages did not constitute an essay….. Continue reading “Visiting in July, scorchio.”