Here are some pictures of the walk I took with Bonnie last week.
We went all the way from home to the Vienna Cafe and back.
Past the church at Palou. It strikes every quarter hour and reminds you of the Catalan way of telling the time – un quart, dos quarts, tres quarts meaning quarter past, half past and quarter to. In the days before clocks and watches people always knew the time by hearing how often the bell rang.
Of course it helped if you had a vague idea of which hour it was too.
The whole walk was about 11 km, most of it along the side of the River Congost.
The flowers are incredible at the moment.
I wish I knew their names – I know the little blue one is Borage of course!
After four hours of walking we were very relaxed and began to see pictures and patterns in everything around us. I love that state of mind. It’s the first stirrings of creativity I’ve had for months.
NOTHING like going walking….I’m off for Friday :-(((( I have to work.
Beautiful flowers. And I love the eye, nose and mouth on that tree.
Sweet! Love the face in the tree and the pink bell shaped one above the blue one is called morning glory. I like the idea of the clock striking during the hour. I have a cuckoo clock that peeps on the half hour and it is always “off” on the actual hour. But for some reason I find it brings me back and aware when it strikes. Of course, if drives everyone else nuts….