Taken a few weeks back in Andalucía, Spain. I was visiting family and needed to squeeze a few runs in before the big one. Runs had to be early, as the temperature tended to creep towards the high 30s and beyond, once the sun was up. Unfortunately, in that part of the world they don’t seem to have discovered the concept of footpaths or trails. The only off-road running available was to follow vague tracks through olive groves, which tended to be near-vertical, before petering out in painfully sharp stony scrub or deep overgrown ravines. The photo above was taken after a 1500 foot direct climb!
The good news was that there are at least worse places to be having a lousy run. The mountain in the background is La Tinosa in the Sierra de la Horconera, the highest point in Cordoba Province. Mrs R and I found our way up it some years back, on a day where the temperature wasn’t 40 degrees C. It’s a lovely part of the world.
My two gorgeous ladies are far away overseas this week, visiting relatives. I am left home alone, surrounded by an ever-mounting pile of takeaway cartons.
Prrrrrt. At least the cat has not abandoned me.
We’re off to Spain for a few days of visiting family (plus there are some mountains there we’ve been exploring in stages without maps, good fun). Then we’ll be in north Wales with friends over New Year, paddling and reflecting on a few things.
Ted will be fed and cared for by a student of mine (the job has its benefits), incase you were wondering.
Have a good one, all.
Yes, this is a completely irrelevant blog post as it has nothing whatsoever to do with the subject of the blog, other than to provide a lengthy excuse as to why zero progress has been made on the book in the past fortnight. Heather and I flew to Spain to visit family, spending most of our visit being dragged up and over mountains by a pair of eager puppies.
On our return from the UK I decided not to visit Portugal (as had been planned) as there was no water at all in the whitewater rivers there. Instead we headed north, where (we appreciate the irony) a flooded river spreading across a road in Cumbria completely killed off the car engine. We spent several days paddling and walking near an obscure Pennine town, whilst we arranged buying a replacement car. This has proved to be a somewhat expensive holiday.
Finally we caught up with our friends in Scotland, literally hours before 2008 began. Several days of splendid paddling followed, all good.
Now we’ve been driven back to southern England by blizzards in Scotland, I suppose I’d better;
a] Do some work on the book
b] Do some sea kayaking (in the south west)
I promise that I’ll get right onto it, this weekend.