A
fascinating experiment this morning - From my settee, I can see a
number of birds flying in and around my garden - sparrows, doves, tits, pigeons, robins, finches, damned magpies and (best of all) melodic blackbirds. What I
never see are seagulls. Until, that is, I chuck some bread on the
lawn. When they start circling within a minute or two. Can they see
the tiny bits of bread from afar or is it my actions that trigger
their arrival from their eyries? So, this morning I tried something; I went out and pretended to throw bread in all directions. Sure
enough, within only a few seconds, a young gull appeared and circled
once or twice before departing in obvious disgust. So I think I'll do this every morning, just to annoy the flying vermin. And maybe to teach them to ignore my throwing bread for the other birds.
Somewhere
along the camino last week, I was whiling away pre-dinner time by
looking through the Girl Seeks Boy ads at the back of the local
paper. For research purposes, of course. And I was fascinated by the
choices of adjectives. For example simple, well brought up,
legal, sincere, formal, cultured and juvenile.
And that was just one (53 year old) woman. Another was talkative,
affectionate and with clear ideas. I've obvioulsy translated these literally and I rather suspect Spanish friends would
change at least some of my words. Legal for example. And juvenile. But who
on earth volunteers that they're talkative? Outside Spain, I
mean.
Talking
of the camino . . . Here are a couple of items from our lunch menu on
Friday:-
-
Sole to the plate
-
Caldareida of Snuff
-
Highland Ham
-
Hake to the Roman
The
challenge (Trevor) is to provide the original Spanish. At least for
Snuff.
Here's
a nice account of a weekend in Pontevedra by a member of the
Sheffield Stags, the English team which plays (not too well
recently) against Los Porcos Bravos for the AngloGalician Cup.
I particularly approve of his line - "I doubt that any
Englishman could become weary of Pontevedra". However, we don't
have a cathedral but a basilica. So it's not a city but just a large
town. Albeit a very fine one.
Sic
transit
. . . In the heyday of my second marriage, my stepsons' favoured team
- Deportivo de la Coruña - were top of the Spanish Primera League. Yesterday, though, they were relegated to the second division.
Celta Vigo, on the other Galician hand, managed to stay up by the skin of their teeth. Which is some compensation.
Finally
. . . Should you be passing through or staying in Pedrouzo on the
last leg of the Camino Francés, I recommend the restaurant Galaicos
there. Unusually, their menu differs from the standard one you'll find throughout Galicia and includes a couple of excellent rice-based dishes.
Finally,
finally . . . Does Beyoncé ever not perform in her knickers?
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