My good lady and best friend has been angling to go somewhere warm. These last few years I have taken her to the Arctic Circle in winter (minus 30 in Kirkenes), Lapland, the Inner Hebrides, the Outer Hebrides, the northwest and northeast of Scotland and various narrowboat voyages across middle England, renowned for its equatorial climate 😉 For penance I find myself in northern Spain, Comillas in Cantabria to be precise and very warm it is too.
A short slice of holiday life – a couple of hours after our arrival we walk down the steep track from the gîte to the town centre. Within a few hundred yards Pam finds a plastic driving licence lying on the ground and the strangest of things – it is mine, even though I have never passed this way before! A miracle say I. No says my beloved – that was the ‘angel of found things’ lending a helping hand, it was meant to be.
Of course if my fine lady hadn’t dropped it in the first place (on a wander looking for the gîte) and the ‘angel of careless hands’ hadn’t been asleep on the job, none of this would have been necessary – in the interests of a peaceful and serene existence, all of this goes unsaid. Maybe this explains everything:
From Iglesia de San Cristóbal we walked to the seafront and at the small port peer over the harbour wall to find a raging white water sea. I think I am going to like it here:
In the evening there are still stragglers on the beach, reluctant to let the long day close.
“In the reprieve at the end of the day, in the stillness of a summer evening, the world sheds its categories, the insistence of its future, and is suspended solely in the lilt of its desire.”
Barry Lopez, Arctic Dreams.
Yes, my thoughts are still fixated on the north 😉