Bonnie and I went for a walk just by ourselves this morning. Usually I take Duna too but because of the ‘mala llet’ between them it isn’t the most relaxing of walks for any of us. I keep Duna on the lead and she gets frustrated while my arm gets tired.
So, just me and the little wolf.
We walked up past the hospital and over the top of the hill to the industrial estate beyond where suddenly Granollers ends and the countryside begins. We were aiming for the Miranda, the little arched folly that overlooks the town.
I love the edges of towns – the place where the urban landscape stops and the country begins. Sometimes it isn’t easy to spot and you find yourself out in nature without having passed consciously over the border. I used to look for it when I lived in London every time I drove out of the city. But it didn’t matter what direction I took, I never saw the edge of London.
Granollers is different and the edges are as clear as if they were city walls. The tarmac stops, a rough lane leads past olive groves. A stream trickles down through piles of rubbish and  after you jump across, you are in a newly ploughed field

We found this table and chairs beside a fire pit – would be a good place to come in the evening and watch the light change.
The almond blossom is in full bloom and smells of honey.
Here is the tree that grows by the railway station – glorious in its beauty in spite of the mulching of plastic cups and tin cans that surround it.

Today we walked through fields then followed a track that went under the main road, the busy artery that circles the town I think. Above the thunder of lorries and cars, never stopping. We passed beneath as if in another time and place, enfolded in the silence of the country lane and the peace of walking in nature with a beautiful dog companion.  Up to the Miranda d’en Puntes.