The Bezzies and I have been in full on tourist mode;
We’ve been to Cadiz
and the beautiful white hilltop town of Vejer.
We’ve walked the clifftop path inParc Natural de los Alcomocales to the Torre del Taijo
and seen a fab sunset from Zahora beach.
Our quiet Christmas morning has been rather spoiled by a loud and violent thunderstorm and torrential rain but the sun is now breaking through just in time for us to walk to our Spanish lunch in the site restaurant, it’s already wine o’clock!
Have a wonderful festive season and best wishes for a happy and healthy 2018.
I’m currently in what I regard as my home – if anywhere can be home given the number of times we moved house throughout my childhood, which habit I continued as an adult, not to mention my current peripatetic lifestyle. Devon, the place I lived in the longest, and especially Torquay has my heart and is home. It’s good to be spending time with J&B and I’ve managed to catch up with two sets of close friends.
The site here just outside Brixham, is not my usual type of site – being quite large and kiddy orientated – and is rather expensive due to the summer holidays. But it’s great as a base and B has lent me her car for the duration, bless her, and it does provide the most amazing views of the river Dart.
has happened. I knew it might come to it sooner or later, but I wasn’t ready yet. It should’ve been a decade away but it happened … today. Is this the beginning of the end?
Up until then I’d been having a great time wandering round Aix soaking up the atmosphere. Aix-en-Provence has been around for a while, the place simply oozes history. The Greeks first disturbed the Celtic tribes, then the ubiquitous Romans, the cathedral is built on the site of the old Roman forum.
Side chapel window
It’s also known for having a plethora of fountains (and a street named Rifle-Rafle).
Today being Saturday, and a very warm beautiful one (27ᴼ), the multitudes were out in the market, cafés and restaurants, even many French were in summer clothes. The outside tables were full and there was the buzz of conversation and an almost palpable sense that winter is over – laissez les bonnes temps rouler! Perhaps it was that sense of bonhomie that made her do it?
Worst of all, I accepted the offer.
Today, for the first time in my life, a youngster gave up her seat to me. It’s real – I’m OLD.
Pass the gin …
😦 😦 😦
So … these are my sunset years. Many sunsets are like this …
It’s been a tad breezy over the weekend, but a warm breeze. We’ve stayed off the beach proper as I don’t enjoy my face being sand-blasted, tho’ it’s cheaper than dermabrasion! The wind surfers and kite fliers have all had a great time – there’s an aire right beside the beach which was full of surfer types and new generation hippies.
It’s been a mite stuffy inside R0X1 as the hab door kept banging shut and the windows, if opened, tried hard to take off – one only has a limited amount of gaffer tape! However the washing dried in no time at all (and amazingly stayed on the line).
Last night’s sunset was a bit special – the colours were so intense that my little white dog, who had to forego much of her walk whilst I shutter clicked for ages, turned pink! A rather larger gallery than usual, for which I offer no apologies …