We’ve been here in Navarra for a month now, and Casa Los Fueros is already referred to as ‘home’ – with only the slightest of hesitation. The hire car – a Seat Leon – we picked up on our way here, at Bilbao airport, has been handed back (with scraped rear bumper) at Pamplona (in Europe, 31 days is the maximum duration for car rental), and a Seat Arona collected for the second month.
A good point to take stock – photographically.
Benbecula – Flight to Glasgow
Edinburgh Airport – Control Tower
Daughter Catherine and Grandson Enaut
San Martin de Unx
Rio Salazar – Foz de Arbeyún
San Martin de Unx – Boyeral
Santa Crix, Roman settlement – near Eslava
Casa Los Fueros – DIY fit-out of wardrobe
Sierra de Guerinda – Molino de Olletta
Casa Los Fueros – DIY installation of external light
San Martin de Unx – Calle San Salvador
San Martin de Unx – Jonathan in the Boyeral
Casa Los Fueros – The first frost, and snow on the mountains
Casa Los Fueros – Our terrace garden starts thus
Wild-grown figs – so juicy and tasty!
Wild-grown grapes – astonishing flavour
Casa Los Fueros – view towards Ujué
Bardenas Reales – Acequia de Navarra
Bardenas Reales – Autumn Crocus
Bardenas Reales – Camino signpost, Embalse Ferial
Bardenas Reales – El Castillo de Tierra
Above Arnadillo, La Rioja
Arnadillo, La Rioja – House sales have hit rock bottom
With the school summer holiday season behind us, and autumn in the air, today’s been a rare – and well-earned – day out – without pangs of guilt. Even so, with the cost of fuel so high, our itinerary included – inevitably – a number of work-related stops. Here’s some highlights of the non-work stops, all unplanned, though somehow there seems to have developed, during the course of the day, a theme on the subject of memorials.
Yesterday, being Sunday, we had a quiet day pottering about, Becky and I.
After an early morning jog (okay, that was just Becky), and breakfast, we set off for little stroll, along the GR131 long-distance path, to Orzola, at the far north end of the island – about 10km away. Passed through volcanic landscape, yet with many neat and apparently productive fincas/smallholdings, with innumerable walls or enclosure of volcanic rock providing shelter from the wind (and cold night?) for tender fruit trees or bushes.
Shelter walls, along the GR131, Lanzarote
That’s a bus shelter, by the way. Somehow I can’t see that particular design catching on in Uist.
At Orzola, we stopped for a ‘spot of lunch’, overlooking the harbour. It’s where the ferry to Isla Graciosa sails from, so we picked up an horario [timetable] – for another day when we feel more inclined to exertion and adventure!
Sunday being, by convention, a day of leisure, we had no desire to disturb tradition with anything more challenging than reading our map upside down and calling Holas! to the same old men tending their even older fields that we’d called Hola! to in the morning. So back to Màguez was just the 10km back as well.
So, no, we didn’t do anything much yesterday. It was Sunday, after all.
Not a doing sort of Sunday. More of a Being Sunday.