There is a bitter north wind now blowing down the main streets of Granollers. This morning the lake in park Ponent was frozen over and a man from the council was wading through breaking the ice. For the ducks?
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There is a bitter north wind now blowing down the main streets of Granollers. This morning the lake in park Ponent was frozen over and a man from the council was wading through breaking the ice. For the ducks?
In the distance that’s Montseny crested in snow
On the top of the ridge there is a mirador, a sort of folly which was build in the early 20th century. There were wonderful views all around – Montseny on one side and Montserrat on the other.
It was the end of the day and the moon had risen – here visible through the bare branches of this tree.
A figuera, fig tree – such a stout strong tree which is resistant to both dry and salty conditions.
I love discovering these new walks and this one although too far for Blue, could be reached entirely on foot. We had a phone call while up there asking if we wanted some last minute tickets for a Barça game. Somehow I didn’t feel like starting to rush home after this lovely walk so we decided to wait for another time. Also, the cold was beginning to bite and home and the sofa began to seem very tempting.
Second vet visit this week.
We continue to look for the best clinic in Granollers.
This one is cheaper, busier and more friendly.
Bonnie has a swollen face and (had) blocked anal glands(don’t think about that too closely).
Hospital Veterinary Lauro in Granollers so far so good. I am hopeful.
postscript : This was the veterinary clinic for us. We still go there and I can’t recommend them enough. They are helpful, kind, friendly and open all hours of the day and night.
Fatima recommended a particular candle and gave me instructions on how to burn it. Once lit it must be left until there is nothing left but a pool of wax. The candle is set on a sheet of aluminium paper and once it is finished and hard you take it back for Fatima to read.
Some candles weep, that is they drop wax as they burn. This one didn’t cry one tear. It burned from Wednesday evening until Monday morning and all that is left is a circle of wax about the size of a jam jar lid. Later this week I will take it to Fatima and see what she says. Today whenever I looked inside the shop was crowded with people waiting – chatting and laughing – it’s not a solemn place and Fatima herself is round and twinkly and warm.
Blue had a potter around the lower slopes and then happily settled into bed in the VW while we fitter ones climbed to the top. There are amazing views over to the snow capped pyranees
and a deep silence enfolds you when conversation pauses. The sun was shining straight into the chapel and illuminating the statue of the Virgin Mary
The shadow creature beside me is Bonnie.
Which reminds me that last week a small child pointed at us as we walked by, saying, ‘lobo, lobo!’ The mother said ‘no mi niña, es un perro’
How wonderful to be that age when it is possible a wolf walks past you in Granollers!