In the Camargue, ask anyone for suggestions about what to do in this intriguing area of France and the chances are they’ll reply ‘visit the Parc Ornithologique Pont de Gau’. […]
After a couple of weeks that involved walking an awful lot of the Pyrenean countryside and eating copious amounts of food into the bargain, we can say with complete confidence that the Spanish Pyrenees offer […]
In the case of our last visit to The Pyrenees it was the latter. Long walks across rolling hills, over sharp peaks and through drowsy villages… […]
Our ascent through the partly rocky, partly grassy gorge to the Refugi d’Ulldeter was one of those climbs where it was difficult not to beam like a loon… […]
In winter the slopes of the 3000 metre peaks are thick with snow providing ski and snowboarding pistes. In summer the valley opens up for spectacular walks around the peaks and down the gorge following the Núria River. […]
As we didn’t know for sure that we could find routes that enabled us to walk from the hills above Maspalomas all the way to Agaete on Gran Canaria, there was… […]
I may have enjoyed the 21st century luxury of being whisked here by cable car rather than on foot along the potentially treacherous path of the Gemmi Pass as my celebrated predecessors had done, but the magnitude of what lay before me was the same one that had spread before their eyes 150 years ago. […]
The Molino de Agua has many personalities; as well as being a rural hotel and restaurant it has a wellness centre, an adventure park and a small farm with animals. […]
I’ve never seen so many insects. With every footfall we disturb clouds of tiny butterflies and moths that settle onto my T shirt. I’m a walking nature reserve. […]
Hada, apparently, has a habit of keeping walkers company as they go exploring the green and pleasant land that is the north of Gran Canaria… […]
Having walked on five of the seven Canary Islands, or six of eight if you include La Graciosa, we’ve been wowed by every one… […]
The route starts at the San Antonio Volcano near Fuencaliente (or Los Canarios as it’s also confusingly known) where there’s a decent little Visitor Centre and… […]
In the mouth the light, golden pastry melts into the creamy fried egg yolk before the fiery harissa paste kicks in, tempered by the salty anchovy and rounded off with the peppery coriander. It’s fried egg, Jim, but not as we know it. […]
The Atlas Mountains appear as though they could have remain unchanged since gods and men fought, haggled and tricked each other on their sparse slopes… […]
The previous day we’d trekked the hot and steamy Caldera de Taburiente; this route to the Marcos Y Cordero springs was a different animal altogether… […]
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