Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Costa Brava |
Of course I've had the WonderDog strung over my handlebars. There's no leaving him behind. Mr B recently bought me an amazing handbag contraption that allows him to sit on the front of my bike. I was a bit worried about how him freaking out, but he's taken to our new mode of transport with real aplomb. Anything is better than being left behind, and in this hot weather I think he enjoys the sensation of the wind in his fur as we bomb along.
Max the WonderDog |
My bike is an ancient bone-shaker, and I'm usually the one bringing up the rear of the cycle party, but that's just fine with the WonderDog who doesn't like going too fast over the bumpy bits. I'm not going to win the yellow jersey if the Tour de France veers south, but I can say, hand on heart, that I really couldn't care less about winning the speed trials. I'm just there for the fun of it.
Bonny & Max |
Young Emi is busy with sailing, windsurfing and tennis, so I've got loads of time to wander around and take random photos of things that catch my eye. And, as is always the case in this beautiful part of God's good earth, there are lots of things catching my eye - like this amazing cactus flower:
The perfect orange of a cactus flower, Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Costa Brava |
I'm not mad about cactuses ... until they flower. And then their flowers never fail to delight.
Or how about this weirdly monochromatic butterfly? He's probably a moth.
Hanging out with the wildlife, Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Costa Brava |
Although this chap below is the real deal. There were dozens of these little guys enjoying the wild sedum flowers growing on the sea cliffs as we chuffed past.
Hanging out with the wildlife, Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Costa Brava |
And the contorted shapes of the Costa Brava pine trees are always guaranteed to catch my eye.
Cami de Ronda, Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Costa Brava |
And then there's our sensational village beach, where windsurfers and sailors swish past, and old men meet on the benches to gossip and play petanca in the shade of the plane trees.
The village beach, Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Costa Brava |
The herring gulls are everywhere, and they never seem to stop chattering to one another. There's a constant barrage of noise from them. We've got a mother and chick team nesting in our garden, who take great exception to anyone trying to use their swimming pool. They dive bomb us every time we venture out, and we are all in terror of their vicious beaks.
Herring gull, Sant Feliu de Guíxols, Costa Brava |
Anyway that's it for me for now. Wishing you all a fabulous weekend.