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    Cuisine, Sunscreen, Tambourine I've Seen '17

    Cuisine, Sunscreen, Tambourine I've Seen '17

    Vigo Splish Splash And Get Sun-Kissed

    Vigo Splish Splash And Get Sun-Kissed

    Lise, My Camino Compañero

    Lise, My Camino Compañero

    Three Letters From Santiago

    Three Letters From Santiago

    Three Letters From Santiago

    Three Letters From Santiago

    Solidago Santiago

    Solidago Santiago

    Kick-Ass Heroes For A Day

    Kick-Ass Heroes For A Day

    My friend sent a photograph of her amazing knitted patchwork blanket, a gift to her grandson, the other day. I am in awe. You see, I started one too. Years ago. On all our wanderings I’d sit in the car and knit, miles of strips and squares I’ve done. Haphazard they are, not all exactly square, no rows counted, none of the colours, textures or threads match or co-ordinate. Certainly not a masterpiece!    But, for the life of me I can’t finish it. It is so large it’s almost...

    A Flip-Flopping Peregrino On Camino

    My friend sent a photograph of her amazing knitted patchwork blanket, a gift to her grandson, the other day. I am in awe. You see, I started one too. Years ago. On all our wanderings I’d sit in the car and knit, miles of strips and squares I’ve done. Haphazard they are, not all exactly square, no rows counted, none of the colours, textures or threads match or co-ordinate. Certainly not a masterpiece! But, for the life of me I can’t finish it. It is so large it’s almost...

    This I know is true. Just as we had to take those first uncertain steps into the unknown and blindly take one step at a time to do our Camino, I know that unless I type my first words and just get on with it I’ll never write our story. Simple as that. I have a very simple philosophy, it has stood me in good stead since I was a child: take things one minute at a time, then one hour, then one day, one month and soon it’ll be one year. So it’s an emotional one word at a time this ...

    Board Not Bored Walking - Setting off

    This I know is true. Just as we had to take those first uncertain steps into the unknown and blindly take one step at a time to do our Camino, I know that unless I type my first words and just get on with it I’ll never write our story. Simple as that. I have a very simple philosophy, it has stood me in good stead since I was a child: take things one minute at a time, then one hour, then one day, one month and soon it’ll be one year. So it’s an emotional one word at a time this ...

    Butch Bites The Bullet

    Butch Bites The Bullet

    Big Butch Battles Bravely

    Mood Swings, Puffy Feet and Cobblestones

    Mood Swings, Puffy Feet and Cobblestones

    18 months ago I grabbed the bull by the horns and sent the family an invitation-slash-announcement. I was setting my sights on doing the Camino Portuguese before I turned 60 and they were welcome to join me. I knew if anyone would be up for it, it would be Lise. Just as well I put it out there because shortly afterwards an engagement was announced, a new Grandbaby was in the pipeline and a wedding in Mexico is on the cards.    Walking the Camino has been on my bucket list for years, I heard…

    Bon Camino Peregrino - Introduction

    18 months ago I grabbed the bull by the horns and sent the family an invitation-slash-announcement. I was setting my sights on doing the Camino Portuguese before I turned 60 and they were welcome to join me. I knew if anyone would be up for it, it would be Lise. Just as well I put it out there because shortly afterwards an engagement was announced, a new Grandbaby was in the pipeline and a wedding in Mexico is on the cards. Walking the Camino has been on my bucket list for years, I heard…

    Four nights in Porto is all I could squeeze into my itinerary. My love for Portugal is a genetic thing. It’s not skin deep, I’m wired to love that slip of a Mediterranean country hemmed in by Spain on one side and the ocean on the other. My aunt lived in a tiny fishing village south of Lisbon, Caiscais, where Fado music is often heard in cafes and bars, my Dad fell in love with it and even Butch has a pipe dream of selling Piri-piri chicken on the street, little does he know, there a...

    Picture Perfect Oporto

    Four nights in Porto is all I could squeeze into my itinerary. My love for Portugal is a genetic thing. It’s not skin deep, I’m wired to love that slip of a Mediterranean country hemmed in by Spain on one side and the ocean on the other. My aunt lived in a tiny fishing village south of Lisbon, Caiscais, where Fado music is often heard in cafes and bars, my Dad fell in love with it and even Butch has a pipe dream of selling Piri-piri chicken on the street, little does he know, there a...

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