I didn’t expect this. Covering almost all of the gable end of a house is a huge blue and red rooster made from discarded pieces of metal. Portugal seems to have a thing at the moment for oversized ‘rubbish’ animals. The rooster’s tail feathers block part of a window whilst a stray metal breast feather juts out over a door […]
As we specialise in hiking we regularly find ourselves in areas where figuring out how we’re going to travel to, or return from, a linear walking route using whatever local transport is available can prove somewhat of a ‘suck it and see’ exercise. […]
Coffee and a bowl of fruit (bananas from Madeira, mango and pineapple from former Portuguese colonies, local cherries which are just at the end of their season) are eaten on the back terrace in the company of two black cats who look as sleepy as we do… […]
Marvao, considered one of Portugal’s prettiest towns, lay virtually on our doorstep, around 10km and a 15 minute drive away. Yet after four weeks of living with it as a neighbour we knew we really ought to visit, we hadn’t done so. […]
Chania on a Saturday night and we’re faced with an overload of what might be described in guidebooks as ‘inviting harbourside tavernas serving authentic Cretan cuisine’. […]
Walking across a surprisingly lush Cretan countryside where a blurred fusion of history and mythology accompanied our steps was a revelation… […]
There’s an early morning energy to Cruz de Tejeda which is unusual for a rural setting, a buzz of activity that could, if you slip your imagination into gear, easily be a Wild West outpost waking up. Cruz de Tejeda, a cross at a crossroads on the geographical centre of Gran Canaria. […]
The latest trigger for the alarm bells going off was spotting a series of letters and symbols chalked above some doors whilst we were hiking in Germany. […]
The Hotel Escuela Santa Brigida lies a short drive from Las Palmas de Gran Canaria. Originally built in 1890, the hotel has 40 rooms, lush grounds and restaurants where would-be Ferran Adrías learn their trade alongside top chefs. […]
We follow the maze of slate lined streets past whitewashed cottages where geraniums trail from window boxes, their blooms escaping to freedom through the wrought iron bars covering tiny windows… […]
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