Saturday 18th - 23rd February: Granada This little campsite in La Zubia outside Granada, is 61 years old. It’s tiny and an oasis of peace and calm. Particularly the little terrace by the swimming pool, which is out of use over the winter season, but the perfect place to do my daily routine of a short workout and yoga practice, and a place to come to think and write. This is the first campsite where we’ve been in a section with little vans like ours which is fun. It's like a little street in the neighbourhood. We’re greeted by friendly youngsters who look like they’re doing up a van and some other friends of theirs, who make it feel a little like a festival campsite, in a nice way. They’re playing music through a speaker and have a little table with crochet items and jewellery for sale. What seemed a good idea during the day drove me mad at 11pm when the bass beat thudded through the campsite. After a quiet word at the office the following night was quieter. We spend 5 night...
We are building up to the cycling challenge of this trip. The plan is to cycle up to the Col de portal to the Spanish/French border and back down one day. Then drive up again and down to a village the other side, camp, sleep, and then cycle back up to the same border place - and back down again. As we drive to the Pyrenees, and up to the town of Biescas, with the landscape changing, the streams flowing icy green-blue down to the river, I'm reminded of how powerful and terrible nature can be. We pass the memorial to the 87 people who died at Camping Las Nieves during a flash flood in 1996. I can’t help, but think that in the cheerful little town that we arrive at, and park up in the car park by the river, that event must’ve affected the community hugely. It’s the end of the skiing season and not many places in town are open, but we find somewhere to sit to eat, and chat to a Spanish family who are there for the skiing, and whose 13 year old wants to practice his English wit...
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