Spanish Stroll
Time for a Rethink
Santiago
Great Balls of Fire…
…Goodness gracious…I’m finally here. 33 days ago, I woke up in a hostel in Irun in The Basque Country – the first time I’d slept in a dormitory since I was about 12 – walked out onto the street and found the first of innumerable little yellow arrows that were to guide me for 500 … Continue reading
Crocs ‘n’ Socks
I know, I know – it’s not so much a crime against fashion as a crime against humanity. But I’ve got to tell you, I’ve walked 60km over the last two days in these little beauties, and my feet want to buy me a drink. A couple of days ago I made the hiking schoolboy … Continue reading
Spanish Stroll 