Big Bird Bike Travels

I gaze out of my bedroom window to see drizzle and think of the phrase ‘The sun shines on the righteous’, or is it the SON shines on the righteous? Well whatever/whoever is supposed to shine, the SUN wasn’t shining on me this morning, nor by the forecast would it for the next few days, as I am in the only place in Spain with one rain drop, and I’m not even on the plain! So much for all these so called sayings.

But I feel grateful to be here, and take my time loading up the bike thinking that the weather will improve in an hour or so, and I was right, the drizzle had subsided sufficiently to allow me to sit in the saddle without wiping it with the knee of my jeans, a practice commonplace amongst us northern European bikers.

Continue reading “A Glorious Day”

It happens every time, as soon as I go abroad I wish I’d learnt a bit of the language. I can’t stop saying “Oui” instead of “Si” ,although I have snook into the darkest corner of what to most other people is commonly known as a brain, and dug out “Lo siento, no hablo espanyol” which, if nothing else, seems to break the ice.

I really had to at least do this after I attempted to order my evening meal last night at a small bar in a village not far from where I’m staying. It was privately owned with the daughter being ‘front of house’, however when I ordered what I understood to be cold meats, mother emerged from the back, put a forefinger either side of her head and started mooing. Not like in the words of Alf Garnet “You silly old moo”, she was only trying her best to help me understand, but if I don’t want the rest of this trip to turn out as the World’s longest game of charades, I need to do at least a little bit!

Continue reading “More Riding than Writing”

Tuesday I couldn’t resist a pre tour ride out, after all, the sun was breaking through in Carlisle north of the river, so I donned my open face Union Jack crash helmet and added my Triumph shades to complete the image. Three miles down the road the sun was nowhere to be seen, hidden by cloud, which made me say to myself “Ain’t no sunshine”. Now lyrics of songs were never my strong point, but the little I do know was enough to finish the line off. It doesn’t take the winner of Pop Master to work out the state I was in by the time I arrived at Rachel’s grave! In the words of Tom Jones ‘It’s not unusual’.

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/billwithers/aintnosunshine.html

For fear of turning this blog into some kind of ‘Guess the lyrics/guess the artist’ game, I shall desist from such a theme and move on to the adventure in hand.

Continue reading “Plain Sailing (Biscay)”