Spring has arrived…. .

A few blog posts ago it was the end of February.  We’d just left our rental house in Portugal where we’d spent four months.  It was a much needed prolonged break from travel.  A time to have a complete change, feel part of a community again and try on a different country and culture for an extended period.  I wrote, then, about how our four months had been a success but:

‘We’re happy to be back on the road and eager to see where life takes us next’.

At that time, I think it’s fair to say that we could never have foreseen how drastically our ‘loose’ travel plan of visiting Sardinia and Corsica would change in such a short space of time.  However, I also wrote at the end of that blogpost:

‘We also like change.  Change is good for us.  Change challenges us.  Gets us outside                                                                       our comfort zones’.

And that is one of the things I love about this lifestyle.  Nothing is set in stone.  We can change our plans or adapt them if we want to or our plans can change due to things outside our control.  Fortunately, most of the time we are in control.

Living full-time in a van is an alternative lifestyle that will throw up the usual challenges like where to get post sent, specialist insurance, registering with a doctor, visiting a dentist, what to do with all your stuff, prolonged confinement in poor weather etc etc .  But sometimes other challenges arise that are outside our control.

This came to the forefront of our minds when the UK government ‘strongly advised’ UK nationals to return home during this pandemic.  Normally returning to the UK for an extended period of time for whatever reason wouldn’t be a problem as we could stay on a campsite.  Unfortunately, when tougher measures were introduced to contain the virus all the campsites closed, including the small Certified Sites and Certified Locations affiliated to the Camping and Caravanning Club and Caravan and Motorhome Club.

We are a big fan of these privately owned little sites that allow just five vans and they are always our preferred sites when in the UK.  However, being affiliated to the ‘big’ clubs the same rules have been applied to them during this pandemic.  They had to close.  There is one just a mile and a half from where my parents live which we absolutely love and would have been an ideal place to self isolate for the first two weeks.  Then we could have been on hand to be active in the community there.

Many full-timers are on the driveways of family or friends or other kind hearted people who have offered a space for those in need of it.  It’s a shame as I’m sure many CL and CS sites would have been happy to accept just one full-timing van onto their site providing a bit of income for them in these strange times.

We would have found a solution but fortunately we have landed firmly on our feet in coming back to the chateau.  It’s a bit surreal in a way as we can be oblivious to the outside world here if we choose to be.  We have the freedom to walk the grounds.  We have peace and quiet.  Wifi.  Satisfying work to do.  It makes me feel a bit guilty really when so many other people are suffering right now.

This weekend the chateau should have been full of wedding guests.  It doesn’t look like there will be any weddings anytime soon.  There’s still work to be done though.   We’ve made the most of the spring weather getting out in the grounds.  The vegetable patch has been dug over, paths and flower beds have been weeded, herb gardens planted, grass mowed and seeds sowed.

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Bella, the Burnese puppy.  At six months old she still has some growing to do.

I never used to like gardening.  I always found it a chore.  That was in the days before podcasts though.  Now I can get an education whilst weeding, planting, mowing and sowing.  I’ve just got to work on my concentration.  Never a podcast goes by without my mind wandering off all over the place.

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Digging over the herb garden.

For the first week we weren’t really feeling like we were in confinement.  Then the food supplies dwindled.  The snacks ran out after three days.  What can I say?  I’m an all or nothing kind of person.  Budgeting chocolate or crisps just doesn’t work for me.  We’d done a last shop at Lidl on the day we left Spain as we knew we had to self isolate here for the first two weeks.  The owners and the two other volunteers did offer to shop for us but we’re resourceful.  We’d survive.  Odd combinations of food make a nice change I think.  By the end of last week we were down to the tin of haggis.

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Scotland’s finest.

Our friends Sam and Chris gave us the tinned haggis to try when we visited them in the Highlands in May 2018.  Sorry Sam but it was still in the cupboard at the back of the van.  But, needs must when the devil drives so the tin of haggis got eaten.  Even if it was a few months out of date.  It did taste better than it looked.

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Et voila.  Pedigree Chum on a Plate!

It’s the last day of our confinement now so we’ll be able to stock up on supplies again.

We have our ‘attestation’ forms at the ready if we are stopped on the way to the nearby Super U.

It’s going to feel so different to the last time we were there though.

Stay safe everyone.

À la prochaine!

Time to leave Spain…. .

This last week has seen unprecedented decisions being made around the world in response to the Covid-19 pandemic.  We came to the decision on Sunday 22nd March that our time was fast running out in Spain as it was finally confirmed that all short term accommodation, including campsites, had to close by 26th March.  We were still on the aire at Úbeda in north eastern Andalucía mulling over our options.

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The aire at Úbeda.

We were down to just two vans by this stage, us and the French.  The German, Belgian and Spanish vans had decided to call it a day and repatriate themselves to their homes.  I suspect we’d have done the same at the time they had if we’d had a home to go back to.  As we’re ‘full-timing’ in our van and our house is currently rented out this wasn’t an option for us.  When we return to the UK to see family and friends we normally stay on a campsite but by this time all the campsites in the UK were closed as well.  Mmm, what to do?  So we chewed over our options.  And chewed a bit more.  Finally we came up with a Plan A, B, C and D.  Fortunately for us Plan A came through so we didn’t have to get the ball rolling on B, C or D.

We sent an email to Jenny and David at Chateau de Jalesnes in France where we have volunteered through Helpx twice before to see if they needed any help and would be willing to take us.  Our reasoning was that they have plenty of space where we would still be able to work in exchange for our keep, we would be completely out of the way from other people to self isolate and it would be likely we could stay long term.  We had an email back the same day to confirm that we were welcome as we could self isolate there without any problem and, due to the current situation, there were only Jenny and David and two other helpers there.

So, on Monday we packed up, filled up with diesel, went to Lidl to do a shop to tide us over for our two weeks of isolation and hit the road.  We were stopped by the police in Spain going through a small town south of Ávila.  After my attempt at speaking Portunol (a mangled version of Portuguese and Spanish) the officer called over his colleague to deal with the ‘Inglés’.   The officer was exceptionally polite referring to us all the time as Timothy and Jane and after a passport and driving licence check and a few questions about why we were travelling, where we had come from and where we were going etc we were on our way again with firm advice to get a move on.

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Olives everywhere.
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Empty roads.

A five kilometre queue of traffic greeted us coming up to the border with France at Irun in Northern Spain.  From what I’d read we needed an ‘attestation’ form stating why we were travelling to be able to cross the border into France.  As we had no access to a printer, and I didn’t know if we would be able to pick up the forms at the border, I’d written two forms out by hand which was apparently acceptable.  I was sooo glad I had written them out as the first word the officer said to me as we went over the border was ‘attestation’.  I hadn’t filled them in though as the five valid reasons for travel didn’t include ‘repatriating to home country’ (which we weren’t going to do but he didn’t need to know that).  He just accepted that we had the forms and told us to fill them in on route.

The whole route would have been pretty much stress free had I not had a nagging anxiety that if we were stopped in France and quizzed about where we were going we would be prevented from going there and directed to go straight to Calais.  I had decided that if we were stopped then I would be honest as I know I would unravel under even the mildest of interrogations.   I’m a hopeless liar and they would see through me straight away.

Sticking to the autoroute added an extra sixty kilometres to our journey but when we finally came off it we only had twelve kilometres to do on a minor road which didn’t go through any towns or villages to get us to the chateau so the likelihood of being stopped was considerably less.  Ironically the exit off the autoroute for the final stretch went right past the Gendarmerie National and we were expecting the game to be up, to be stopped, fined and sent packing back to Calais but there was not a single police car in sight.  We arrived at the chateau and breathed a huge sigh of relief.

We’re now in isolation for two weeks and have, very generously, been put up in one of the apartments in the chateau with our own entrance so as to keep us separated.  We have been working in the garden for the last few days which has been just brilliant after nearly two weeks of being ‘van-bound’.

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There’s plenty to do in the grounds.

We are so grateful to be here and know that we are super lucky to be able to be outside in the grounds without the restrictions that everybody else is going through.

Nobody knows how long this situation is going to go on for.

France has just announced a further two weeks of lock-down until 15th April.

It looks like we’ll be here for some time.

Keep safe, keep washing those hands and keep optimistic.

À trés vite!

Keeping a low profile…. .

Much has happened throughout the world since my last blogpost a week ago.  The COVID-19 virus is an ever present feature of everyone’s lives.  Spain went into a ‘lock-down’ situation the day after we arrived in Úbeda.  France followed suit two days later and a similar situation is fast approaching in the UK.  It’s unchartered territory at the moment.

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Outdoor gym equipment off limits.

The announcement came last Sunday that Spain would be effectively closed for business from Monday.  In light of this announcement, and the fact that we’d heard that campsites were closed to new arrivals, we deemed it prudent to pitch up at the aire in Úbeda where we’d have access to all the services we’d need and isolate ourselves as much as possible.  As I mentioned in my last blog post the normally popular aire was uncannily quiet when we arrived.  There were just five of us with five nations represented.  French, Belgian, Spanish, German and English.  Chatting to our neighbours we were all in agreement that we would hunkerdown and wait out at least the first two weeks to see how things developed.

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The aire at Úbeda.

We collectively visited the police station around the corner on Tuesday to ask about the possibility of hooking up to some electric as a couple of the vans don’t have solar panels.  On Wednesday afternoon a friendly electrician arrived, asked us how many outlets were required and sorted us all out with electric which we are all extremely grateful for.

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Our night in shining armour arrives to sort us out with some electric.

From what we’d read we would be able to go out for necessary trips to the supermarket, pharmacy or doctor.  Everything on Saturday had been calm in the supermarkets with just the obvious difference that most people were wearing gloves and one or two had a mask on.  We’ve been fortunate in that we haven’t seen any of the panic buying situations that other areas have experienced.  The local Lidl and Carrefour supermarkets are well stocked and quiet.  We walked up to Lidl yesterday and all was quiet.  We couldn’t go in together and had to maintain our distance between other shoppers but it was so quiet it wasn’t a problem.  It’s the new normal now.  They’ve also moved out all the other crap useful things they sell like tools, clothes, stationery and the like to allow more space to move around.  Personally I’d like to see that rolled out in every Lidl throughout Europe but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.

Meanwhile back at the van we’ve been keeping ourselves busy.  We’ve likened it to being in the Big Brother House except without all the egocentric wannabes.  Unlike the Big Brother House we also have books, internet, music, and our own space……..all seven metres of it.  We’re used to living in a small space though but it will be the first time we’ve been confined in one position for more than a week without being able to do our daily walks, work, volunteer or other normal things we take for granted.  So far, so good.  I’ve been able to do my exercises with my dumbbells outside the van everyday which always makes a difference to me mentally.  Tim has been putting his electronic saxophone through its paces.  I’ve been able to practice my French with our neighbours, although I try not to burden them too much!  I have plenty of downloaded language learning material to get through and have a plan to follow to help keep me focussed.

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The electronic saxophone has been put through its paces.

Friends of ours, who were staying on a campsite near Seville, were told on Wednesday that the campsite would be closing and to make alternative plans.  In other words to get themselves back to the UK.   The Gov.uk website was stating on Wednesday that all hotels and short term accommodation in Spain would be closed by the 24th March so travellers were being advised to start planning their journeys to their home countries.   By Thursday the information had changed slightly in that it was now saying that the Spanish Government was expected to order that hotels and short stay accommodation (such as short-stay campsites or caravan parks) must close in the coming days.  So we’re still not sure if we’ll be moved on.

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This was before we had electric on a chilly second evening conserving our battery power after an overcast day.

After hearing the news from our friends and reading the Gov.uk website, I fell into the trap of having a mooch around on a few news sites and forums.  Normally I don’t follow news sites, social media or message boards for a reason as I find that things can, quite often, get blown out of proportion.   I’m not disputing the seriousness of this challenge we are all facing but, for me, I prefer to turn the volume down on the amount of media I consume so as to try keep things in perspective.  I’m being more vigilant with myself and trying to avoid anything but the necessary information we need to make decisions over the coming days.

Two Dutch vans arrived on the aire last night who were on their way home.  I didn’t speak to them myself but they were under the impression that all campsites were closing and so had decided to call it a day and return home.  Our Belgian and German neighbours have decided to do the same and left this morning.  So we’re down to three vans here now.  For us, we’d prefer to stay where we are as the longer we’ve isolated ourselves the less of a risk we are to other people.  And it’s warm here!  If we are asked to move on and return to the UK then we will move onto Plan B.  So far this situation hasn’t happened but I’ve a feeling it might be on the way.  The police have swung by a couple of times this morning but have just given all of us a wave of acknowledgement.

We’ll see.

Despite the stories of panic buying there are signs that lots of people are working together, checking on neighbours, setting up online support groups, keeping in touch, shopping for those that can’t etc which is heartening to see.  Here in Spain, a call went out on social media several days ago asking for all Spaniards to come to their windows and show their thanks with caceroladas (the bashing of pots and pans) in appreciation for all the hard work that health care staff are doing to care for their patients and contain the virus.

Three Spanish flags have appeared this week on the balconies of the flats opposite the aire presumably to show solidarity.

So there we have it, that’s our situation at the moment.

Please take care wherever you are.

Hasta luego y cuídese!

Jaén province…. .

Leaving Portugal after so long was a bit of a wrench but a welcome wrench as we shot straight across the Algarve and into Spain.  We headed straight for the Province of Jaén in north-eastern Andalusia.  It’s an area that we’d cut across in 2016 when making our way from the Costa Blanca to Córdoba to meet our friends Di and Chris for a couple of days.  We’d had a few days, at that time, to get from east to west but absolutely loved the area and wanted to see more so earmarked it for a future visit.

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Province of  Jaén – olives, olives everywhere.

The province of Jaén is the largest producer of olive oil in the world accounting for twenty percent of the worlds market.  According to Wikipedia 66 million trees grow here covering 550,000 hectares.  It’s fair to say that it’s enorme.  A huge patchwork of green.

img_20200308_165809331The province also boasts four natural parks.  On our way across the area in 2016 we met a chap called John who gave us various co-ordinates and advice on where to stay and what to do in the area so we dug them out to have a look.  He’d recommended a 128km via verde (cycle track on a disused railway) running from Jaén to Puente Genil.   We headed for an aire just outside the little town of Doña Mencía.

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The aire at next to the via verde cycleway at Doña Mencía. 

It never ceases to amaze me the facilities that are put on for motorhomers in some European countries.  We parked up at the aire adjacent to the via verde for just three euros a night.  Can you imagine that next to the Camel Trail in Cornwall?  You probably pay three times that just to park for the day.  All facilities were there.  Showers, water, waste disposal and electric.

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There’s also a visitor centre, cycle hire and cafe.

We ended up staying five nights and explored the area by bike and on foot.  Apart from the obvious draw of the cycleway there are several good walking trails in the area as well.  We had the pleasure of watching several pairs of vultures circling above and below us on our afternoon walks.

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Looking towards the delightful village of Zuheros a couple of miles away.

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Views from the cycleway.

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A walk in the hills above Zuheros.

So thank you to John wherever you are now for all the good info you gave us.  As I’ve said on the blog before, when travelling there are so many unanswered questions that go through my head.  How many olives are there?  How many trees?  They surely can’t harvest all these by hand like we saw in Greece?  If they do then there must be a mass influx of seasonal workers?  Who owns them all?  How did they water all the trees in the olden days?  Do the owners have a detailed map of all their trees or is it in their head?  What’s the maintenance plan?  Is there ever a day in the week when you don’t hear the buzz of a chain saw in the background?  And so the questions go on.

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A cycle ride in the hills around Albanchez de Magina east of Jaen.

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A long descent took us into the town of Torres.
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Torres.

Another of John’s recommendations was the Segura Natural park east of Úbeda.  Cazorla is a perfect base to explore some of it with a handy aire located at the top end of the town with spectacular views looking out over the olives below.  It’s just a big layby really but as laybys go it got a thumbs up from us.

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The aire at the top end of Cazorla.

Cazorla is in a superb setting with craggy mountains above and thousands of acres of olives below and boasts several historic monuments.  There are many walking trails, most of which you’d need a few days to complete but we set off up the steep hill to join one of them to see how far we’d get before turning back as there didn’t appear to be a viable circular route.

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Views up to the castle in La Iruela just a short walk from the aire.
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Looking back down at the castle.

 

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Processionary catarpillars we saw at the beginning of our walk.

After an hour and a half of mostly uphill climbing we were heading through patches of pine forest.  The shade was welcome as it was roasting hot but then we saw some pine processionary caterpillars.  When we looked up we could see their nests in the trees and all looked to be empty.

For those that don’t know, these little creatures can be harmful to people and pets.  The hairy caterpillars are part of the moth family.  I won’t bore you with their life cycle but just say that they feed on pine trees in nests.  Then between February and April they descend from the trees and make their way to the ground in a long chain (hence the name) searching for the next place for their life cycle.  They’ll eventually disperse to go underground for the next phase of the lifecycle.  They pose a risk to animals and humans at the stage when they are marching across the ground.  Those hairs are the cause.  If they are threatened, stressed, prodded or poked they can eject their hairs which act like tiny harpoons and can penetrate and irritate exposed skin.  Generally dogs lick affected areas thereby transferring the hairs to their tongues resulting in itching, swelling, vomiting and even death.

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There were lots more later on the higher we got!

We carried on for a while but were seeing them in increasing numbers so whilst I sat on a tree stump consulting google Tim hopped from foot to foot.  After telling him that I was sure it was just animals that were at the most risk I thought I’d check just to be on the safe side.  I read out the end of the second paragraph ‘the pine processionary caterpillar has even made its presence felt amongst dog owners themselves, causing painful, itchy rashes, or at worst, fatal anaphylactic shock’.  So I asked him if he wanted to carry on.  Stupid question really.  He was off back down the hill like a greyhound out of the starting trap.

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Well signed routes around Cazorla.

Having retraced our steps we took the road up out of the town in the opposite direction and were rewarded with more spectacular views.

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View down to Cazorla from the other side.
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A sunsey walk in Cazorla old town.

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img_20200312_184608862After a few days soaking up the surroundings of Cazorla we headed to the aire at Úbeda forty or so kilometres away to get some washing done.

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We love these places!

We arrived in Úbeda this morning in search of a self service laundrette to find parks closed, events cancelled and most people in the supermarket wearing plastic gloves.   The aire, which we’d stayed on a few  days ago, was practically deserted.  There’d been probably in the region of twenty before.

We took a stroll into town earlier this evening to find, other than two or three cafes and some mini supermarkets open, everything else is closed.

The Coronavirus has been rumbling around in the background of our travels for the last two weeks but today it looks like preventative measures have been ramped up considerably.

Our rough plan for the next three months had looked like this:  Take three to four weeks to make our way across Spain to Barcelona, catch a ferry from there to Sardinia, spend a few weeks on Sardinia before hopping over to Corsica for a look see, then back onto mainland France, up through south-eastern France into Switzerland, maybe a bit of Austria before landing in Germany towards the end of May as I’m doing a weekend course with donkeys somewhere in Bavaria.  It was a very loose three month itinerary.

Fortunately we only really ever make loose plans as you never know what is around the corner.

It looks like Spain, as I write, is going to announce a lockdown of the entire country.

Better to be safe than sorry.

Time for a change of plan………..

Adios!

Back on the road again…. .

So that’s it.  Our prolonged stopover in Portugal came to an end last weekend.  We’re back on the road.  We moved out of our rental house and back into the van almost a week ago.  It’s time to take stock methinks.  I wrote in the blog at the beginning of our stay that after nearly four years we felt we needed a break from travelling and van dwelling to relax, recharge, regroup, reset, reflect and reboot.  Over the last four years we’ve had breaks from the van of between three weeks and two months whilst we’ve been volunteering through Helpx where we’ve worked in exchange for accommodation and food.  The last four months, though, was the first time we’d a) stayed in one place for more than two months and b) done so on our own terms without any undue commitments.  One of the reasons we treated this period as an experiment was that we were curious to see how we would feel living in, what is effectively someone else’s house, for a significant chunk of time and whether it would be something we would be happy to do again (and again) in the future.

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The view from our window.

When we started our travels in April 2016 we considered three options when deciding what to do with our house in the UK: use it, sell it or rent it out.  We chose the latter as that made more financial sense to us.  Leaving the house empty for a large part of the year would cost us money in bills and if we sold we’d have to consider what to do with the cash.  There was also a bit of fear in there that if the house price train were to gather considerable momentum then we would have just fallen off the back of it and would maybe struggle to scramble back on to it if we wanted to buy again in the future.  So we rented it out.  And all has been well.

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Arrifana beach.

So getting back to my point we wanted to see whether, if we needed a break from travelling and vanlife, renting and living in a fully furnished holiday let would suit us.  We don’t have possessions now other than what is in the van so it’s not like we have been missing the creature comforts of our own home.  All the things we use on a daily or weekly basis (other than kitchen equipment) came with us into the house so we weren’t without anything that we constantly use.  There are other things to consider though.  Feeling at home isn’t just about the bricks and mortar you’re living in.  It’s also about where it is.  Community.  That sort of thing.  It’s one of the reasons why we chose Aljezur for an extended stay as we have connections there.

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Portugal is one of the biggest producers of cork.

Having spent some time in 2016 and 2018 helpxing at Donkey HQ we already had a few connections.  And, of course, the donkeys were a huge draw for me as I love spending time with them.  Tim was looking for some musical connections and was fortunately welcomed into the Aljezur Bombeiros band with open arms.  In the time leading up to Christmas he was extremely busy with not only the Bombeiros band but a choir and the occasional jam session.  Since the New Year things calmed down considerably as he felt the choir and the jam sessions weren’t really for him so he let those go.  He would have liked to start a small group, and did try to get something going, but it’s difficult for that sort of thing to gain momentum especially when you know you are only going to be spending four months somewhere before moving on again.  After the first two months, where he’d been busy with the band things became very quiet and he felt like he needed more to do.  He did a few jobs like fencing at Donkey HQ but would have really liked to get his teeth into a project that involved tools of some sort.

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A bike ride up to Monchique.

And that’s the rub really with this lifestyle.  Everything is a compromise. You can’t have it all.  It’s difficult to maintain strong relationships within a community if you aren’t there for much of the year.  We can’t have hobbies like growing our own vegetables or have animals or a man cave for whatever men do in man caves.  It depends on your interests really.  Our only transport is the van and our bikes.  It wasn’t a problem to drive the van off for an afternoon or two but there were times when we thought a car would have been great to have.  Tim would have maybe found some music further afield.  The bike isn’t ideal for transporting instruments and the accoutrements that go with them. I suppose we could have hired one but we decided not to.  Perhaps we will in the future.

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Views towards the Algarve.

Staying put for four months, however, allowed us to focus on our respective interests.  For me I focussed on my language learning whilst Tim spent a big chunk of time honing his skills on the electronic saxophone he bought last year.

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Monchique.

So, in the end, was our extended stay a success?  Apart from a couple of quiet weeks in January, four months for me was fine but it was a little too long for Tim. For me, if we rented somewhere without the donkeys and the dogs to occupy me then one or two months at a time would be just about right.  The idea of a bolthole is extremely attractive but I don’t think we are there yet in making a commitment to it.  We still like the freedom we have.  We still want to travel and experience new countries so even if we had somewhere to go back to we wouldn’t really be there very often.  Renting somewhere for a period of between a month and four months is the best compromise for us at the moment if we feel we need a break from travelling or the van.

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Off to donkey day care.

So all in all our experiment was a real success.  We also like change.  Change is good for us.  Change challenges us.  Gets us outside our comfort zones.  Four months ago we immediately settled into our little house on the hill.  Last weekend we immediately settled out of it and back in to our van. We’re happy to be back on the road and eager to see where life takes us next. 

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Adeus Aljezur……

Até a próxima!

       

Walking with donkeys…. .

So today was my last day of helping out at Donkey HQ.

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Donkeys relaxing at Donkey HQ.

Three mornings a week for the last four months I’ve been super lucky to have had the opportunity to spend time mucking out, feeding, grooming, walking and observing the donkeys.

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A cold early morning breakfastfor Xichito, Isabella, Falco, Emil and Filipa.

I think it’s fair to say that I have developed quite a passion for donkeys over the last three years since we first helped out at Donkey HQ for a couple of months in the winter of 2016.  I’d always had a soft spot for them for no apparent reason as, up until then, I’d never had any direct experience with donkeys other than the odd beach ride or ‘donkey derby’ whilst on holiday in the 1970’s.

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On holiday in the Isles of Scilly cerca 1984!

I do, however, find them endearing, intriguing, fun, exasperating, entertaining……the list goes on.  Nothing has changed in that respect but I am interested in learning more about how donkeys ‘think’ and learning more about being ‘in tune’ with them.  The more time I spend with them the more intrigued I am about them.

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Olivia quite regularly does this curious thig with her tongue!

Up until this year I hadn’t had an opportunity to do a multi day trek with them. However, my chance came a few weeks ago when Sofia suggested a trek from Donkey HQ to Carrapateira and back over four days.

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An afternoon trek taking eight donkeys to a new pasture 7 kms away.

She needed to transport one donkey to Carrapateira for a lady who was going to do a trek for a week so instead of arranging transport for the donkey she thought it would be a good opportunity to walk there and take two more of her younger donkeys to give them some experience.

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There are always going to be challenging obstacles for the donkeys to deal with. 

Some of her donkeys haven’t yet learnt the trekking ropes and need time out on the road so to speak to learn about what it is all about.  And so it was that we loaded up our three donkeys, Xichito, Jojo and Filipa with all we needed and set off.

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Preparing the saddlebags for our trek – they are weighed to keep the load balanced and to not overload the donkey. 
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Xichito, our experienced guide, all ready for the saddlebags.

One thing is for sure that when you do anything with a donkey you need to take your time.  You gain very little ground trying to rush the donkey.  They set the pace and even though you can’t let them have everything their own way (otherwise they’d spend the whole day eating) you do need to go at the rhythm of the donkey.  And that’s the point really.  The reason why people are drawn to trekking with a donkey is, I think, the slow pace out in the countryside with a long eared companion.

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On the road…. .

Three kilometres an hour is the time you need to allow when trekking with a donkey.  And that doesn’t include breaks.  A donkey needs to eat at least every two hours so grazing time needs to be factored in when deciding on how far you think you can go in a day.

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Time for a break and a coffee.

As does convincing them it’s a good idea to cross a river or walk through a narrow gap.

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Going up through the old town in Aljezur – a new experience for Jojo and Filipa.

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Filipa is not sure and needed to be given time to overcome her fears.

With an inexperienced donkey the pace can be slower still.  Nothing is straightforward.  The donkey doesn’t meekly follow you wherever it is led.  Compromises have to be made by both parties.

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on on up…..

For me it was both a lesson and a test.  3km an hour is oh so slow for me. I’m used to walking at, at least, a 5km an hour pace.  The round trip to Carrapateira and back over four days was about fifty kilometres.

img_20200210_130648824_hdrThe first day took us seven and a half hours.  An average speed of just over 1.5 kilometres an hour.  The donkeys weren’t being difficult.  Xichito is an experienced trekking donkey who’s seen and done it all before and nothing much fazes him but for Jojo and Filipa there were many challenges.

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A long stretch on the road towards Carrapateira.

Water crossings, roads, traffic, people, lamp posts, zebra crossings, beeping horns, narrow spaces, slippery surfaces, barking dogs………….so many barking dogs.  They needed time get over fears of some things that they’d rarely or never experienced before.  It all took time but was very rewarding.  Every hurdle crossed was a little milestone for them which became easier for them to overcome the next time it was encountered.

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Break time……….

We were in no rush and could spend time over lunch or a coffee whilst the donkeys had a bit of grazing time.   The weather was kind and even though it was mid February we had glorious sunshine for most of the time so frequent stops were really enjoyable.

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Time to relax and roll…..
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Time to cool off feet and a welcome break for coffee at a newly opened cafe come guesthouse.

I took the opportunity over the four days to disconnect myself from the internet.  Four days without the internet.  Imagine!  I had my phone with me but as Giffgaff cut me off a long time ago and we’ve had internet at the house I haven’t felt the need to buy a Portuguese sim.  I confess I didn’t quite manage four days as I was able to use the wifi of the guesthouse we stayed at on the second night but I only checked my emails.

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Pensão das Dunas in Carrapateira where we stayed on our second night.            
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A fabulous breakfast and fire to set us up for the return journey.

I don’t think I’ve been switched off from the internet for longer than a day for years.  I’m not a social media user but I do use the internet a lot.  I’ve learnt so much from it and the life we have now is a direct result of all that knowledge gained from the internet.  I wouldn’t be without it but it’s always there and always a distraction.

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Jojo enjoying his Carob at the end of the day.

Like most people I guess my usage of the internet has increased year on year so, as ridiculous as it may sound, it was a bit of a test for me to switch myself off.  I came to the Smartphone party late having only owned one for the past year but in that year my Smartphone has practically never left my side.

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The view towards the beach from Carrapateira old town.

I took my kindle with me and read instead.

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The donkeys spent their time happily eating the grass in the garden of a friend of Sofia’s on the first and third nights.

I was tired after a full day trekking even though we hadn’t really walked far.  It’s tiring negotiating with a donkey all day convincing them that it’s not time to eat yet or those barking dogs aren’t a threat or the water in the river is only four inches deep.

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The views from the trail.

When we got back after the four days I felt a bit drained but I was already feeling the benefits of having switched off from technology for a while.

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Lookng back towards Carrapateira.

In the week after the trek I noticed I had more energy and just felt a bit more content and I can only put that down to giving my brain a break from the constant bombardment of information it’s always getting from the internet.  So I have the donkeys to thank for that.

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The donkeys relaxed whilst we went to a cafe for some lunch.

Since getting back I’ve cut my usage of the internet by more than half.  It’s given me time to read more books. Reading is far and above my most favourite thing to do.  I would guess I read for several hours every day but mostly shorter articles via the internet.

In recent years my consumption of whole books has diminished considerably.

And that’s what I want to get back to.

Taking the time to read books.

I consider myself extremely fortunate to have an abundance of time.

I’ll see how it goes!

Até logo!

 

2020 begins…. .

Well, may I be the last person to wish you all a Happy New Year.  I had it in my head that I would get a blog post out soon after the New Year but, true to form, what happens in my head doesn’t actually happen in reality. So, there we are, late as usual.  Still, better late than never.  It’ll have to be Happy Friday then.

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A perfect day for a stoll on the beach at Monte Clerigo.

After all the rain we’d had the weather bucked up just before Christmas and we basked in sunshine throughout Christmas and the New Year period.  Christmas Day was spent on the beach with coffee and egg sandwiches!  We like to take our simple life to extremes sometimes.

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Christmas Day……….we know how to live!

As a bit of a change, we’d had a couple of trips down to Portimão before Christmas where we stumbled across a Waitrose/Iceland in one of the retail parks.  Alas, they’d run out of Ginster’s pasties but fortunately pork pies, mince pies, custard creams and bourbons weren’t in short supply.

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‘No taste of Cornwall’

On the way back, just as we were coming into Aljezur, we were stopped by the police for a document check.  We often see the GNR on roundabouts or at the side of the road pulling people over to check they’re all legal.  In Portugal and some other European countries you need to have the paper documents in the vehicle ready for inspection should you be asked.   Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem as all the documents for insurance and the like are in a folder in the van.  But, as we weren’t going to be using the van on a regular basis we’d decided to take them out of the van for safe keeping.  So, the one and only time we have ever been stopped in the nearly four years we have been travelling we didn’t have the documents in the van.  It hadn’t occurred to either one of us to take them with us on our little outing to Portimão.  After numerous apologies and fiddling and faffing Tim was able to come up with a PDF document of our insurance which the officer accepted.

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I’d already mentioned the custard creams and bourbons were really daylight robbery compared to the price you’d pay in England but if we’d had a hefty fine as well on top of that it might just have spoilt my Christmas.

img_20191230_145610739_hdrTime is marching on and we’re more than half way through our four month ‘staycation’ here in Portugal.  Following the frenzy of concerts and socials in the run up to Christmas it’s all been quiet for Tim on the band front and I think he’s starting to climb the walls.  I think he’s hankering after a shed where he can do, I don’t know, man stuff.  During our extended stay here we have had numerous conversations about what our ideal life would look like in the future and it turns out a shed cum workshop is high on the list of ‘must haves’ for Tim.  He likes to fix things and there haven’t been a whole lot of opportunities going on in the way of things to fix.  My bike could do with looking at as I think some bearings have gone somewhere on it as it’s started to make a clacking noise as I ride along. I’m sure, if we had a shed cum workshop, the back wheel would have been whipped off by now but, as we haven’t, I’m still clacking along.  Fortunately, there’s some fencing that needs doing at Donkey HQ so Tim will be busy with that for a few days at least.

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Donkey HQ

Several donkeys have been out on various excursions over the last couple of weeks so reinforcements are needed.  Like children, when they get bored they get themselves into trouble.  Over the winter period there’s not so much going on with treks, people coming and going and so on so the donkeys are at a bit of a loose end.

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Sunrise:)

From time to time, if a friend or neighbour offers some grazing land some of the donkeys get an opportunity for a holiday.  Just before Christmas we had a lovely trek of five or six kilometres to drop four of them to a friend’s for a three week holiday.

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Kiko, Flor, Luna and Olivia off on their holidays.

I’m sure they enjoy the change and the opportunity to have a bit of peace and quiet away from the main herd.

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Getting ready for a road trip.

Treks are thin on the ground at this time of year but there have been one or two.  We took seven donkeys out a couple of weeks ago and it was Isabella’s first trip.  She carried the luggage and took to it like a duck to water.  Having had a previous job in agriculture carrying the pack lunches can’t have been particularly arduous for her.

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Isabella carries the luggage.

We dropped the three older donkeys in at ‘donkey day care’ and then continued on into the hills for a two hour trek.

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The three oldies were left at ‘donkey daycare’ whilst the others carried on.

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Donkey parking.

Meanwhile back at ‘Dog HQ’ we’ve continued to take ‘our three’ out three times a week.

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Off to walk the dogs.

 

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Vicky, Barley and Ghee.

Alas there were a few new arrivals over the Christmas and New Year period.

I have my eye on one but Tim says NO!

Ah well there’s still a bit of time yet!

Até logo!