Normandy’s white cliffs on the Côte d’Albâtre (Alabaster Coast), broken up by small valleys called valleuses, throw off a beautiful bleached light that once inspired Claude Monet (amongst other artists). We wend our way down the eroding cliff via the Valleuse des Moutiers at Varengeville-sur-Mer, stopping to admire the Church of Saint-Valery balanced near the cliff’s edge. Along … More Spicing up Monet’s Light
My intention was to finish off a blog post about a cool hostel called The Hat, Madrid. I circled my computer, thinking a coffee might help. So I made one and sipped it, searching my kitchen for inspiration, but found myself mentally listing dull domestic chores that needed doing instead. Then I chose not to ignore … More Roasted Garlic Procrastination
Here we go… We start early on Friday morning. Barely a snatch of sleep before up and out to meet the pitch blackness of night and a (far too) cheerful taxi radio. Four women sitting motionless in a cab whizzing on an empty motorway, stunned by the early onslaught of wakefulness. A surge of chat then sleepy silence. Airport … More Jottings from Andalusia
Feeling faintly ridiculous as I wrap my paprika in plentiful plastic bags, ready to be stuffed into my small suitcase. My tiny cabin bag contains fleeces, lots of layers, a head torch and an emergency blanket (my walking friends and I are not extreme hiking but we are a bunch of mums who have occasional slightly sensible thoughts about safety), and now into the case goes…. La … More Feeling ridiculous
It was a hasty way to begin a blog. My (whim-like) decision to travel nowhere without my beautiful new tin of paprika – and launch a blog about it – was acted on with a conscious swiftness designed to curb my cautious side from advising my impulsive one to stop and think. Perhaps that was … More Time to meet La Dalia Pimentón de la Vera
It didn’t start with the paprika…the pimentón…this pretty Spanish tin of dark red powder that I brought home from Extremadura. But I always take paprika with me on holiday wherever I go, and this particular tin and its promise of sprinkled sweet spice got me thinking. … More Why Paprika?