We wonder how many of you know what a Txoko is!
We didn’t until recently – no reason to.
But now we do. Now we have one of our own. Not a make-believe one, a commercial look-alike neatly packaged and stacked high in January sales after failing to sell well enough in the Autumn season. No, this is the real thing, made of stone and wood and fire and candles (well, we do have electric lights as well). And a boar’s head stuffed and mounted on the wall.
Even the sink is carved out of a huge block of stone. And over the huge fireplace, there’s an escutcheon (heraldic arms) – also carved out of stone.
But what makes it totally authentic is that it’s where a traditional-style Txoko should be – under our house, here in Navarra.
But don’t take our word for it – see for yourself : here’s Denise at our first Txoko party (just for the two us – to try it out) ; and then the real thing – for our extended Navarrese family.
But don’t think we’ve started a new life underground : we’ve been out and about exploring our surroundings – the limestone villages and escarpments, the forests and fields, the cafes and castles of our part of Navarra.
And don’t go thinking, either, that we’ve lost our senses – or perhaps our way home! – either.
More will be revealed in due course …
BTW: For those who have a liking for such niceties , the first word of the motto to the escutcheon is Zubiaur – the patrimonic (the paternal family name) of the couple that originally built our house. Zubiaur is Basque for Bridge – our own family name. A neat coincidence, eh?
Back in Uist, the walled garden and croft are being ably looked after by daughter Becky, assisted by faithful Tilly. Here they are on the slopes of Eiseabhal during a break between winter gales. Bracing!