Spanish Gold
Yesterday evening in my native town, or village, as I still think of it (although it has grown since my departure to something more town-sized), I went into the corner shop that I used throughout my childhood for… Read More
Good things about being Welsh: No. 5
a) Grand Slam. b) Singing and shouting like a loon. c) Soaking it up afterwards.
Ricardo Blanco’s Blog
- The Open RoadThe sun is never so beautiful as on a day when you take to the open road. For several months, during my travels on foot around southern Europe at the tail end of the 1980s, I carried with... Read More
- A tight knot of mermerosityWhen we set out, just past Castell Dinas, we pass a dog driving a tractor. Or so it seems. The shadow of Bruno the dog is long. We see him everywhere. Every morning when I first go downstairs... Read More
- The Olchon Valley and Walter LollardThe Olchon Valley, which I only discovered recently, is a place that feels as though it shouldn’t exist. It is almost the definition of somewhere lost to the world; undiscovered, little known even to those who walk its... Read More
- Flight of the IsardI filmed this isard, or chamois, a couple of summers ago while hiking above Coma de Vaca, in the Pyrenees. I came across the clip on my computer this morning and thought I would post it. It felt... Read More
- Bruno’s last picnic (part 2)When we had finished our meal, I covered the embers of the fire with tranches of muddy turf, trod them down. We returned to the car. The lane winds down the narrow valley for six miles, between wooded... Read More
Ricardo Blanco, Citizen of Nowhere
Ricardo Blanco's Blog 