As I plan the next adventure
My head fills with images
Thoughts of last year
Unique in nature
That have left a lasting impression on me
One of nature’s sculptures
Carved by the wind and waves of the Bay of Biscay
The Praia de Augas Santas
The Bay of Cathedrals
Is certainly a natural masterpiece
A place of spiritual beauty and wonder.
Now it’s the Altos Pireneos
On the Spanish side
Green high fields
Bringing back memories of the North West of Spain
The quaint villages
And the friendly Spanish people
Camp where ever like and come and register when your ready.
France wins and Cauterets celebrates
In a quite valley
In the Pyrenees
A few sort miles from Spain
Over the Pont d’ Espagna
Bringing joy and beauty
On the bridge to Spain
In the Haute Pyrenees
And in bars in Cauterets the faithful watch the world cup being won
And the Gendarme too sounded the victory siren
In Cauterets when France won the World Cup.
Pouring sidr in Cangas de Onis
Yes the culture of Spain but the north west is a little different
Maybe it’s the Comino de Santiago
Or the hydrangeas that are every where
The pipes being played at the cathedral in Santiago de Compestela
Or could it be the thermal pools in Ourense, free for the public to use
But I think it’s the vast greenness and amazing Lakes and rivers.
Bay of Cathedrals
The Bay of Biscay
Cold clear waters
Wrapping round North West Spain
Shaping the land
Forming sandy beaches
Atlantic Coast beaches
Roads winding around the coastline
And the sun setting over the Atlantic.
Looking to the Picos de Europa from Potes
The Picos epitomise the mountains of North West Spain.
Views of the Picos de Europa
And for the bike rider. The toads to get there.
And camping camping in the lush green of North West Spain
It’s late June 2018
World cup fever grips Europe
Do you follow football? I ask my Spanish companion.
Si, was his reply.
I started to commiserate about Spain’s poor performance.
Quickly he responsponed. I don’t support Spain. I’m Basque.
In time I learn how different north west Spain is.
Ready to alight the ferry in Bilbao
Bilbao of course is a little different
There is the Guggenheim
With its amazing installations
To add to the old city
The beaches and harbours
But then there is the green.
The thing that is different about north west Spain is its the green Spain.
Gateway to Galicia
Another Celtic nation
The night ferry said goodbye to England
Along the coast of France
Across the Bay of Biscay
The often wild sea a mill pond on this crossing.
The morning brings Spain
Ready to catch the ferry to Bilbao with fellow bikers
Break dancing in Puerto del Sol\
In Puerto del Sol, Madrid
The wild break dancer
On his back
Passion for the night
In the Flamenco Cave
The flashing of the legs
The swirling of the skirts
The staccato beating of the feet
Hard on the floor
Driving the beating of the heart
The Dance of Passion
Looking forward to visiting Spain again to indulge the passion
Sitting below the Sierra Nevada and above the fertile plane of Granada
is The Red
The site chosen by the Romans for a fort
Bought to its glory by the Moors as Christian Europe languished in its Dark Ages
Summer House at Alhambra
Bought into flourish by the Nasrid Sultans over 700 years
Then occupied by Ferdinand and Isabella
Driving Islam out or Spain and establishing themselves as the Catholic Kings
In the Palace, Isabella signed the orders for Columbus to sail in search of the Americas
The dawn of the Golden Age
The centre of old Granada
Overlooking the Albacain, the Arab quarter
The Albacain from Alhambra
Plaza Aliatar at night in the Albacain
Ransacked by Napoleon’s troops in 1882
Alhambra still stands magnificent even though losing its former glory.