I wanted to drive to the sea.
On a ‘normal’ road. Not something with three lanes and everyone driving at 100 km/h.
If you come out of the house and turn left and drive straight down Joan Prim you will arrive at the sea – at Masnou. Except you can’t drive down Joan Prim as it is one way so you have to do a little dog leg around by C/Girona and then straight down to the coast.
For many people it is better to go on a fast road but for me it was heaven and it took us past familiar landmarks like the church at Palau which Tiffany sees as she takes her early morning walks.
Unfortunately once at Masnou we couldn’t find a way to the sea. All along this coast there is a railway line blocking access from the road and you have to know in advance where you’re going to cross over. So we ended up going to Cabrera de Mar and via an underpass, found the perfect car park for Blue to launch herself straight onto the sand
There were no fights today. We kept either Bonnie or Duna on the lead while the other ran free
The sunset was incredible and we even had tea in the van so could sit and watch the colours change
Blue walked all the way to the other end of the beach and back, stopping for a long time to eat something unidentifiable hidden in the rocks.
Others had been there before us
The drive back was on another ‘normal’ road. This one goes straight from Mataro across the Corridor through the Coll de Parpers. We didn’t meet a soul from one side of the mountain to the other. Bliss.
Back in Granollers I parked the van in her new underground parking space and as we unloaded the dogs I made the mistake of leaving my fingers in the wrong place as the door slammed shut. I never knew I could scream like that – luckily the place is soundproof and there was noone else about. It’s quite a primal experience that sort of pain and thank goodness some superhuman instinctive reflex made me pull my hand free just as the door arrived. Otherwise I think I would be like the woodcutter in the joke someone told me in the street this week.
He went into a bar and held up his hand saying ‘five beers please!’
But let’s not finish with this gruesome image – here’s Bonnie taking a rest from digging and chasing sticks in the waves
These are the best moments with the dogs.
That route you took back? You know the gas station at the top that isn’t there any more and is now a big parking lot? We walked past there, if you stop and park there, there are a TON of walking trails. ALSO, about 50 yards (I am terrible with distances) downhill towards Mataró there is a dirt road that goes off on the right (going towards Mataró). There is a chain across the road. If you go round there – without Blue as this is very steep – and follow the road, not too far, you will come to the dug out remains of an old road, that they fondly believed was roman, but is more likely early 1800s. It’s pretty cool.
Hope your fingers are feeling better and glad the dogs didn’t fight.
I’m so sorry about the door accident… But only 2 comments: Palau is PALOU and El Corridor is EL CORREDOR, the hills who separed el Vallès Oriental del Maresme! XXXX
heh heh heh….HI Pep!
The hills that separate…..who is for people!
;-))))