Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
A day spent mainly in, or on, the water.
A positively Olympian day involving mountains, castles, stadiums and thankfully few naked Greek blokes. Well, none, actually.
A pretty medieval city at the very top end of Catalonia. It’s so far north it’s nearly France.
Our first full day on holiday began with a lot of relaxing.
Driving, flying, driving again and some walking. A very long day.
A fortnight of fun and frolics in the Catalonian sunshine.
Four days of mad geocaching under glorious skies, whilst trying to avoid a big, blue bear.
A four-day weekend of spectacular scenery, flash cars, and expanding waistlines.