Month: November 2015

Today we walked to the shore and turned left. We walked along to Playa de los Americas with a stop on the way to take on beer. Scamp found out she had forgotten her top to protect her shoulders from the sun but, surprise, surprise she knew where she could get one.
Actually the day had begun earlier with a walk along to a local market which was more like “The Barras” as it used to be. Crowds of folk all jostling looking for a bargain, but not really expecting to find one. We didn’t either.
Back at the Playa we were getting thirsty again. It’s thirsty work this walking, you know. Luckily we remembered getting ice cream at a wee cafe and they had lovely looking mojitos, and that’s what we had. They hit the spot perfectly. We walked back a bit and Scamp found the shop that sold scarves to protect shoulders and I found a nice Italian cafe that sold pizzas. Unfortunately the turned a blind eye to us. Maybe we didn’t tip them well enough last time. Oh well, their loss.
We soon found another place and ordered a pizza each. Scamp’s face when they arrived was a picture. The pizzas must have been about 18″ across. For what is probably the first time, I couldn’t finish mine. After that it was the long walk home. I went for a shower and a snooze and Scamp went sunbathing. I joined her later and we had a last couple of swims in the icy water of level 5 pool. I stood and watched the paragliders coming off the hills. See me? See next time? I’m going to try that. DV of course.

This morning we stayed by the pool on level 5. We both swam in the almost freezing water, although it isn’t so bad once you’re in. Didn’t even bother to towel dry, just lay in the sun and watched the water evaporate! Walked down to The Pantry ( real find) for a light lunch, then walked right at the front to take us to the edg of Poshland. Managed to get a photo of the doorkeeper minus pointy hat today, but with his black belt. He’s a black belt second Dan at doormanology you know. Not only can be open a door with either hand, he can do it with maximum damage to person. His door opening hands are licensed and he has to sign himself in at the local police station when he goes to a new town.
After our close encounter, we went for an expensive G&T in a bar on the outskirts of Poshland, well, Scamp had an expensive G&T and I had a slightly less expensive beer.
Walked back after that and went for a coffee at The Pantry. That is, Scamp had a coffee but I had a Baraquito which is a cocktail of a coffee. Google it!
Later, Scamp went to level 5 and I went for a walk on the dodgy part behind the hotel where people appear to walk their dogs. Loads of people walking dogs. Not on grass, but on volcanic cinders. Can’t imagine that’s comfortable for the poor dogs. By the time I got back, it was Gin o’ Clock once again and after that it was dinner time, which signalled the end of another beautiful day on this island.

Today,  after being woken up by pneumatic drills at around 8.15, I got a pencil sketch completed before breakfast so that I could get the colour notes in place using the early light as reference. After breakfast, we turned RIGHT, walked to the bottom of the road and turn RIGHT again.  Every day so far we have turned left, today was going to be different. We walked along the high path that took us past a few of the hotels we had passed before and on to the headland.  There we noticed for the first time the blowhole with the cordon round it.  At first I thought it was steam coming from the blowholes, after all, the island is volcanic, but then realised it was water running up from a fissure in the rocks, pressurised by waves.  Not hot, but still impressive. After shooting a few frames of the pretend steam (or Imposter Steam, Hazy?) we walked round the bay. I made the decision to attempt the cliff walk next, although the signs said Danger and Do Not Enter. We entered and although the path was a bit hairy in places,  generally it was really clear path across very rounded rocks, rounded by many feet I guess. There was one strange bit where we came to a crack in the rock with a couple of rusted pipes sticking out and a sound like breathing coming from it. If I hadn’t seen the blowhole, my imagination would have run riot,  but I realised that this was an other undercut made by the waves and the ‘breathing’ was just air being forced up through cracks in the rocks. Presumably the rusted pipes were vents for the air.  Scary though.

When we descended from the cliff walk, we were in a different land, we were in Poshland. It looked like the cheap hotels here were five star and heaven knows how many stars the really posh ones were.  One even had its own gatekeeper with white robes and a little pointed hat. Imagine if that was the way you had to dress to go to work! I was so taken aback I forgot to take a photo and that’s not like me. We stopped in a posh land cafe to have lunch. Tuna baguette for Scamp and club sandwiches for me.  Posh, expensive and very nice indeed,  but what else would you expect in Poshland.

Walked back to Normaland and had coffee and a slice of apple pie in The Pantry. It may be Normal, but it’s home to us. No white clad pointy had gatekeepers, but the coffee was good and so was the pie. Had to buy another bottle of gin because someone had drunk the last one! Went to level 5 pool and enjoyed another cold swim. sky had clouded over by then, so we headed for the apartment and watched a lovely sunset, then I started wondering what the light would be like on the mountains on the other side. It was startlingly beautiful and there was the added bonus of hang gliders catching the light from the sunset.  After that, it was Gin o’ Clock with a really good dinner afterwards.  An interesting day in Poshland. A great place to visit, but I wouldn’t like to stay there.

So, what of the day then? The day started after breakfast with a walk to level 5 pool. The water was just as cold as it was yesterday, if not even colder. We both went for a swim though – this gym/swim thing must be working after all. After the swim we sat, soaking up the sun for a while. On the walk back to the apartment I stopped to watch some hang gliders slope soaring up in the mountains above Adeje. They were really, and I mean really high up.

Scamp had been talking to a couple who recommended a cafe for lunch, so we got changed and went looking for The Pantry. It turned out to be just a street away and almost on our normal walk to the sea.  It seems to be run by an English couple and the menu is very British.  That’s just a comment, not a criticism, by the way. Lunch was scrambled egg on toast for Scamp and roll ‘n’ sausage ‘n’ bacon for me. All these apostrophes are a pain to type on a Samsung tablet by the way. Suffice to say that lunch was fine and we decided to make a return visit on our way back.

We walked for miles today, literally, miles.  We walked past Port Colon into a more scenic part of the conjoined towns. By this time the sun wa getting quite hot and Scamp’s shoulders were getting burned so we had to make a stop at a little shop for her to get a wrap to cover them. We decided we’d had enough for one day and headed back. On the way, we managed to pick up a couple of ice creams which wee very welcome.  Stood watching some of the hang gliders spiralling down to their landing area, spilling air as they went. Very impressive.  We did go back to The Pantry on the way back. Then, Scamp saw another couple of bargains!  What a surprise.

Woke early and after reading a few more pages of my latest book, “The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet”, recommended by my daughter and one that’s growing on me (the book, not the daughter – she grew on me from the day I first held her).  After immersing myself in the lives of the deep space crew, I began the task of clearing up the back bedroom or as I see it, “The Painting Room”, so that Jackie and Murd would have enough room to put the bed down.

Then it was time to see what was ailing the Mac.  For some reason, Finder is taking an unconscionable time finding its files.  Despite my best efforts, the problem is still there.  I think my best bet is going to be restoring a TimeMachine, but I’ll let it struggle on for a few days in the hope that a couple of paracetamol will do the trick.  Failing that and the TimeMachine restore, I’m afraid its Hello El Capitan, but that is a last resort.  I’m pretty sure the paracetamol will work.

Met Fred for a coffee and a natter at midday.  Swapped stories and painting tips and a couple of CDs.  By the time I was heading home from our caffein indulgence, the wind was rising as we prepare ourselves for storm Abagail.  Bought myself a real book.  A hard copy as Fred called it.  Ian Rankin’s new Rebus book – “Even Dogs in the Wild”.   Looking forward to meeting Rebus again.  He’s like an old friend now.

Finally unwrapped the paints in my new watercolour field box.  It’s a nifty design with three mixing palettes, an integrated water bottle and water cup.  It’s even got a tiny, and I do mean tiny brush and a sponge.  A good design.  That’s what created today’s picture.  I thought the mixing areas were far too small, but they are fine for sketching, which is what the box is intended for.

Today’s cryptic title is from Painting Box by Incredible String Band:

“For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box
I have every colour there, it’s true
Just lately when I look inside my painting box
I seem to see the colours of you.”