I could list a dozen reasons for not blogging for 10 months, but I won’t bother boring anyone with lame excuses. Instead here are some photos of where I have been losing time lately. I think this sums it up.
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This is our happy little bike gang…
What do happy little bike gangs adventuring in Scotland have for breakfast?
Porridge with banana and honey of course! Yum! You may not believe it, but trust me- YUUUUMMM!
So, what do happy little bike gangs see pottering round the beautiful Applecross peninsula on Scotland’s west coast, after a belly full of porridge ?
Well, they see this…
and go here
I’m back, here, in my favourite place, Applecross, Wester Ross.
I’ve seen lots on my way here. I’ve done lots, I’ve eaten lots… I should be keen to share it all, in great detail, but right now all I want to do is lay here in front of the wood burning stove, supping whisky and re-living a few special moments from the past 48 hours…
The drive North… heading into Glencoe…
Guy Fawkes night, on the shores of Lochcarron (Wicker Man comes to mind)…
I always looked at the Freshly Pressed page and wondered what it took to feature there.
Then, with a post of some Spanish holiday observations, there I was….Freshly Pressed *picks jaw up off the floor*.
I still have no idea what the secret was but I was most chuffed, especially with all the response I received and the lovely comments, likes and follows. Thanks again to those who took part in the massaging of my ego. It was rather nice and not at all what I am accustomed to.
However, now I find myself pondering “how do I follow that?”
Hmmm, I wish my life was so exciting I had another new adventure to report on, but I am afraid I have not done much else since returning from Spain other than hanging out with my cat. So, do I post pictures of him (and risk alienating the dog people)? Or, do I play it safe and add a few more pictures from Spain?…
Yes, it happened. I left the pale Scottish autumn sunshine behind and headed for the intense amber fireball filled skies of Andalusian Spain.
Joy was to be found round every corner- Mountain top villages, glasses of cava in the swimming pool, figs falling from the trees overhead, pungent iberico hams, cafe solos, vino tinto and cervesa at the bar with the locals, flamenco chants drifting from doorways down narrow alleys, food markets with fresh sea creatures of all varieties, Cadiz the city on the sea, the spectacular city of Seville, narrow cobbled streets, murals, cathedrals, statues, tapas of fried prawns, chorizo, pigs cheeks and bulls tail, cakes, oloroso, sangria and being caught sausage smuggling through Spanish customs.
Here are just a few photographs from our travels.
Medina Sedonia. Our home for three nights…
Some places you go just have that magical feel that make you want to stay forever. Glendale was one of those places.
It may have been the charming b&b we stayed in, the Byre, where the views were spectacular, or the food cooked by the landlady Diane, especially her gooseberry crumble, which the most lovely comforting home cooking….
…or the charming people like Craig, one half of Craig and Ellie who we met at the Red Roof Cafe and Gallery where they own and run a lovely place full of was gorgeous looking home baking, food made from local produce, art and often music, or the stunning walks, like the one to Neist Point where the sheep have to have a head for heights and a good sense of balance…
Oh Glendale, how lovely it was to see you and your rolling hills speckled with white dot houses, like a sprawling metropolis compared to Glasnakille.
We had just enough time to find our feet, our lunch, and our first toasty hot bubbly bath in days before the evenings activities commenced….Dinner at The Three Chimneys! We, of course, had to warm up first and this is where our Applecross squat lobsters once more came to the rescue.
After a lazy afternoon watching the remains of the rain stream down The Byre window (our b&b, more on that later) it was time for the main event. Dinner. There is so much to cover after our visit to Glendale, I am dedicating this post purely to ‘the feast’ and will complete coverage of Glendale once this is fully digested.
Now, these may look insignificant, but these tasty little dumpings of cheesy joy represent the start of our culinary adventure.
So without further ado….
This is what I saw:
Who ordered pea soup?! Not me, but that’s what I got. Oh well, 1 day our of 10 isn’t too bad. Although I missed the views of the Cuillins I did manage to catch a brief glimpse of Elgol and Glasnakille, where we stayed in a camping hut in someones back garden. Rock’n’ roll no? Well, yes actually as we were informed by the locals this is also where KT Tunstall stayed.