Back at the van I discovered that my first (successful) batch of lentil sprouts were ready for eating, a perfect accompaniment to avocado and hot-sauce. Continue reading “Micro-gardening”
Im down in the flatlands, having bade farewell to the Pyrenees. The long hot drive over to the Ecrins, and again avoiding the peage tolls wherever possible.
I had met up with Emily in Seu d’Urgell and driven through Andora, which is a weird place. More petrol stations than I had seen in such a small place anywhere in the world. Cheap fuel though! We passed over the Pas de la Casa and dropped down into the french Ariege, Ax-les-Thermes and Orlu, home of the iconic Dent D’Orlu – the Tooth of the Wolf Continue reading “My, What a Big Tooth you have!”
So the big trip begins! Finished a hectic week with Em finishing off the woodwork etc in Naranjo the van, and we hared off south together, stopping briefly at Millstone Edge before hanging out at the wonderful HatFest in Winchester. Em and Ockhams Razor performed Tipping Point in the outdoors for the first time, between torrential downpours. The gods smiled for the duration of the show (with a bit of frantic mopping up of the stage before the lights went up). Then it was time to part, and off to the Newhaven – Dieppe ferry for the long haul down through western France. Continue reading “Birthday treats”
Lets start with Naranjo, since she named the blog. Originally named the Tangerine Dream by friends, that was way too long. I would have ended up shortening it to Tango, which would be misunderstood. Naranjo is spanish for orange, and the reason why Picu Urriellu is called Naranjo de Bulnes, as it glows orange in the evening light. Continue reading “A Van, a Plan”