¡Por Fin!

Pues sí, por fin he visto el Gorg Blau y Cuber. Y ha valido la pena subir hasta allí.

Hacía una tarde preciosa y el paisaje es impactante.

Los embalses están llenos hasta arriba, tanto el Gorg Blau

como Cúber.

Además de los otros coches que había, y un montón de motos

que se ve que iban de excursión,

había un burro

comiendo

y muchísimas gaviotas

que volaban por encima de las montañas y flotaban como barcos en el agua.

Habrá que volver.

Misty April Morning

Just a quick entry, this one, to share some photos I took this morning of the mountains rising up out of a ring of cloud.

This is what the verges look like at the moment - a riot of vegetation and colour. So why do they insist on fumigating them and killing it all? With what excuse, what justification? Does dead vegetation look better than this? (because they don't clear it up afterwards, they just leave it there dead and brown.) And on what moral ground do they presume to accuse anyone of polluting the environment when they are the first and worst to do it? How much wildlife do they kill along with the flowers?

This was the sunrise this morning. It started like this and went on

to this. Pretty.

And here, as promised, are the mountains appearing out of their skirts of cloud.

Isn't that exotic? Could be India rather than Mallorca.

Paris

This was a good trip. We took the train from Madrid to Paris.

It was fun and we had a laugh.

Dinner was good, and so was breakfast.

We managed to give our hotel room a lived-in feel.

It was a good room, comfortable and with an excellent TV. It also had powerful heating that we were grateful for after this

on the way to the Invalides and the Eiffel Tower.

We had coffee and croissants by the Seine



travelled on the Metro quite a lot

and saw the sights



We climbed a lot of steps

up to here

and got cultured


We saw cheerful things but didn't

get into the Rodin Museum

or see the catacombs

Maybe just as well.

We had fun, laughed a lot, ate too much and will hopefully go back to do it all again.

Spring has sprung

Yes, spring has undoubtedly sprung. After the wettest month of March in thirty years, the vegetation is springing up as if it were trying to overwhelm us. Perhaps it is. Maybe it feels it deserves to get its own back.


It's become quite an adventure getting to the henhouse.

Though I'll have a lovely crop of rosemary and sage.

And not only the vegetation. Animals are doing the Spring Thing. Having looked horrifyingly large for some time, the black cat has finally produced a very good litter of kittens. Here is a video of them at less than twenty-four hours old. It's not a good video and not well focussed, because I can't really see them in the basket so had to hold out the camera and hope for the best. Well, it wasn't the best, it was barely tolerable. And the dogs were making so much noise you can't hear the mother purring loudly and contentedly as she feeds the whole gang (seven of them? Difficult to see, but could be. Very pretty, anyway.) But for what it's worth, here it is and I'll update it with something better when I can.

Her neighbour is working on her own contribution, from the cozy shelter of the oven. (It's a boring job and she spends most of the time sleeping. With her eyes open, though, just in case.)

Happy Easter, everyone!

Here is the promised update; a better photo of the kittens in the basket. It was only when I saw the photo on the computer screen that I finally saw what an interesting and varied bunch of kittens they are. Who are the fathers, I wonder?