White Rose to Red Rose (wet ones)

The White Rose of Yorkshire

 This was the furthest North Greyrocks had ventured, so there was an expectation that as we came South again the weather would improve. How wrong we were! First we stayed three nights in Forest Hill with old Labour Party friends, and on the Thursday we based ourselves for the day in Balham so that we could visit our tenants in the evening, but first we went to Croydon and struck the "Height Restriction" problem over parking. By the time we had found somewhere accessible with Yvette and bikes it was pouring with rain, so Bob did the minimum and we returned to Balham. We took three machines-worth of washing to the laundrette.  As the time passed the rain worsened and became hail with thunder and lightning. Passers-by were cluttering up the place to shelter! When the parking time expired it was so uninviting that we delayed returning to the car and later - on exit -  got a flashed warning of a possible 60 pound fine! We were not feeling too pleased to be in jolly England!
It did get better! All was well at the let Balham house, we did the first of several Wetherspoons cheap dinner deals, had a dry and successfully parked shopping session in Croydon next day, and went to Paul and Cheryl's for diner a six and a great Socialist chin-wag! On Saturday decamped to the new Travelodge in Penge (known as Crystal Palace for marketing purposes).
On Sunday it didn't rain, and we we had an easy drive to Hampshire and back for lunch with Ruth's Mum and Dad, but on Monday it started again! We had arranged to visit the Morden flat with our master-handyman Pete, and then to take him for a drink, meeting his former colleague Barry at the Duke in Balham. Great gossip and banter - but disgusting weather!
It was no better in Brighton where we spent three nights!

Eggs Benedict!

Good old English fayre!

On arrival (and in the rain) we had an (ongoing) altercation with the parking system outside the hotel. The Travelodge receptionist was very helpful, but powerless to deal with their new contractors. We fumed, then paid up more cash to get the deal we wanted, and took the bus down into the city to meet Chloe after work and go for dinner. Next day it was pouring with rain again and we had to get Yvette out to Portslade for her MOT. Bob nobly went alone, took the bikes off at the garage and waited an age for a bus back in cold and rain. We met up and had a day of dodging rain again. Deja-vu! Pier a no-go area so fish and chips lunch at Harry Ramsden's again! (This time, though, we got the pensioners' special!) We have never seen the sea here so rough! We went back to get the car, and had to load the bikes back up in the pouring rain. After due consideration we decided it was too wet to venture out again, and got cold food from the Co-op! Thursday looked a bit better, and we had to move the car so went down to the Marina, had a Wetherspoons breakfast and mooched round the shops. Poor old Chloe was so shattered in the evening after some ghastly long shift that we simply went round to her flat and ordered an Indian take-away. She fell asleep before we left!

Friday and Saturday nights were with newly-weds Alastair and Josiane in Rotherfield. We stopped for fuel and breakfast at Tescos in Lewes (never seen so many Guardian crosswords!), and were then taken out for lunch in a pub with a roaring fire. Just the job! By Saturday the rain was doing its worst and our time in Tunbridge Wells was very soggy! The sun came out and the rain stopped on Sunday as we drove past Ashford. With a navigational error, truncated stop for a last real ale and a tedious wait for a 90-minute delayed ferry (weather of course!) we waved goodbye to Blighty!

22 days - 17 wet - all of them cold! Surely Northern France would be better! Watch this space!

Our Friends in the North!

Eight days in Yorkshire in mid-April! The weather was not kind to us!
The schedule was based around visiting friends: - old and new.

We stayed four four nights in a pleasant guest house in Bootham. On the first night we met Chris and Penny, and Bob went with them to see a weird Turkish film. Next day we started preparing the bicycles, but even with the few warmer clothes that we could locate in Yvette it was bitterly cold, and Ruth refused to ride anywhere, so Bob went alone. We met up periodically with C and P, and in particular were taken on a mega-tour by car - see below. As we reached the Moors the heavens opened. We took a quick look at Goathland - now a magnet for coach-trippers as it the location for the TV series "Heartbeat", and nearby stopped at a famous pub in Beck Hole. Apart from us there was a stream (!) of very soggy walkers.
Whitby was dry, full and very cold. We did various tourist things, and had fish and chips at The Magpie, and then went to Scarborough.
After York we went to Leeds where it was raining, and we became very frustrated trying to park with the cycles aloft, so we made it a quick stay, including a look at the Merrion Hotel where Bob had worked many years ago. It looked past its best!
Thence to Halifax, where we stayed at a Premier Inn beautifully located next to the canal. Bob's old friend and colleague Rob - not seen for 19 years - walked down to meet us and we spent a wonderful afternoon with him, his wife, two sons, two grandchildren and their mothers; following this up next day with lunch in the newly trendy part of town, where an old street has been covered over to form an arcade.

Our final stop was in Huddersfield. this had been arranged in March when our occasional but regular Fuerteventura neighbours were in residence and issued the invitation. Unfortunately the weather really did deteriorate during our stay, but they also arranged a very full day of touring and dodging showers, including to the Huddersfield Canal, Holmfirth (home of another TV series - "Last of the Summer Wine") and a delightful pub and micro-brewery in Marsden.

On departure day it was raining even more, and we had a rough drive back along the M62 with its roadworks, to arrive back down South. Here are a few shots from the trip as a whole!

Treking North and wondering why!

This post should have done in April, but we have been suffering some setbacks on the ICT front since leaving Lattes! Internet access has been cheap but slow, or fast but pricey, or non-existent, or inaccessible. So here is a quick run down on our run up France and England since April 3rd!
We left in fairly dull weather and were told by the campsite man that we were his clients sympas, which was nice! As we left we caught sight of one of the first Line 3 Montpellier trams in all its multi-coloured glory on the first day of operation. Five miles later came the first remarkable event of the trek. The two cycles were on the rack at the back of Yvette, and had been carefully secured earlier that morning, but we had not checked the fixing of the rack to the car, and rather close to a city roundabout there was a loud crash and we saw the two bikes (firmly attached to the rack) lying in the road behind! Zoot alors! Deploy high-vis vest and hazard lights and get fixing! Bob's good bike was on the outside and had suffered more damage, and the socket set needed for the rack was well-hidden, but a repair was effected and we moved on!

A highlight of the rest of the day's travels was traversing the Millau bridge. The outlook was a bit murky, but the structure is most impressive:- one of the great grand projets effected so well in France! The night was spent in Montlucon - and it was getting colder!
The next day we made quick progress towards Alencon and we geared up for an early arrival, but thanks to strange exit numbering, and a closed slip road we got into a serious "Lost in France" situation. We were within 3 minutes of the hotel, which we have visited before, but got sent on a Deviation, which was on reflection for those going elsewhere, went round the ring road with no idea what we were doing and ended up on the right industrial estate but unable to find what we wanted. Huge frustration and much of the saving on cheaper diesel frittered away! That evening Bob's shorts seemed fairly inappropriate for the weather! Next day we had the usual 250 miles or so to do, and the sun shone a little! We got round Rouen almost to plan and stayed at the new Dunkerque P Classe, where we were entertained by two Polish youth football teams enjoying themselves along the walkways! As we walked out for dinner people were pointing at Bob's shorts and exclaiming!
We were up early (Bob in jeans!) and took the 10 am ferry. This was uneventful, as was the drive up to Oulton Broad, where we went to Halfords and left the bike for repair. We stayed three nights in Ricky's place, meeting up with the rest of this branch of the family (and new naughty puppy!) several times - including for Easter Sunday lunch with entertainment at one of the many holiday camps on the coast, but once again the planned day out (Bank Holiday in this case) in Great Yarmouth was sabotaged by disgusting weather, and we were barely out of the car, pub or shopping mall all day. The consolations were market chips, and some excellent real ale! We set off for Yorkshire with some trepidation, and some new warmer clothes on Easter Tuesday (April 11th)

Out in the Midi sun!

 We flew to Barcelona for about 80 euros in total, and took the two trains to our pick-up point. On the first Metro we were mindful of both our own experience last year, and of information we had gathered from the TV ("Our man in..") about local policing policy, so could not relax, and did witness some very suspicious behaviour, and have a discussion with a young woman about it. We had a long wait at the connecting station and basked in bright sunshine, were transported back to pick up Yvette:- newly washed and ready to go!  We spent the night in Salt and then drove over the border - again in beautiful weather - to Lattes:- the new town on the outskirts of Montpellier where we stayed in October.
We just had time to unpack kit and bikes before going to get Chloe from the airport. She had a few days of leave to use up before the end of March, and had spoken of exotic places with guaranteed sun to help her recover from the rigours of exploitative employment in a famous UK chain of bakers! We persuaded her that there wasn't enough time for that, and that  it would be better  to meet us in the mobile home. After a few sunny days she was wishing her extra day's leave could be spent there too, so we changed the flight for a reasonable fee, and she managed five nights with us. (Easyjet are so much more reasonable than Ryanair in this respect!)

The weather was glorious! We spent time in a good range of the coastal towns - including one new to us - Carnon, where we shopped at the market. We hired a campsite bike and went together to Palavas, but it was very uncomfortable so later rides were just Chloe and Bob. We introduced Chloe to the delights of a degustation de coquillage, and she was unimpressed - particularly by oysters! On the day of departure we went quite early to the airport and waited for check-in, only to discover  that the French air traffic controllers' strike would mean a 5 hour delay. Asked not to leave the airport we bought a picnic lunch, found chairs from the car and sat in the sun in a car park. We received a lot of "Bon Apetits!" from the passers-by. Then we were bored, and lacking information. We decided to drive back the 10 minutes to the campsite from where we could monitor the flight online, so it was another game of Scrabble in the sun! Unfortunately we managed a navigational error on the way back to the airport, and Ruth did a major panic in trying to get Chloe to the gate on time.
Next day was our last one and the weather broke! No last sunny al fresco tables, no last bike ride, no last strolls round markets... etc etc, and that is how it has continued!

No Blues is Bad News

It's Easter Sunday and we are sitting in Ricky's warm bungalow in Oulton Broad looking out on a dull wet UK. We left Corralejo on March 27th, and blue skies are a thing of the past. Yesterday morning in Dunkirk Bob finally had to admit defeat and replace his shorts with trousers. (People had been looking at - and commenting on - the bare knees for several days as we made our Northern Progress - details to follow!)

So here is a review of Winter in the Canaries.
First it was the shortest stay for us since records began (i.e. 2007!). We got there later than usual, we took a long 65th birthday break in Gran Can, we spent a month on the Goa trip., and we left relatively early. Combine this with the reluctance to venture out in bad weather and we reached the end of the season feeling that we had missed out on beach, pool, day trips, time with friends and meals and music in some of our favoured places.
Second - the weather! The tourism wallahs wouldn't want this pointed out, but it was very disappointing! To be fair it was still probably better on average than anywhere else in Europe, but we are suffering our own version of climate change, with the main feature being that the famous almost permanent strong winds are now usually from the N to E quadrant and blooming cold! Typically in daytime the sky is blue, the sun shines and in shelter it can be a very good 30 plus temperature, but in exposed locations (like the seaside!) and everywhere after sunset it has been been seriously cold, with only the smokers lurking outside restaurants and bars, and the PR people ("whippers-in") wrapped up in Arctic gear! It is a testament to the insulated design of our duplex that we didn't have to resort to getting out the fan heater, but many did - especially in rural areas, and hats, gloves, fleeces, duvets and blankets have sold better than beach kit! At least it didn't rain much!
Finally the crisis! The Canaries are somewhat cushioned from Spanish austerity, and the island has many more flights now from the Peninsula bringing in Spanish tourists. (Ironically the demise of Spanair seems to have improved this!) The town has often seemed very busy; but the cry is much the same as last year:- "Plenty of people - no money!" Environmental improvements - especially round the old town - are the result of old EU money. The local council continues to ignore dog poo as the main bad feature, whilst doing strange things in and around the carnival.
Mystery surrounded the Blues Festival, which has usually followed closely after Carnaval. First it was to be in late April, but now it is officially off! No sponsor could be found. Lots of us think something cost-free could be done around the streets, but no-one rose to the challenge. With this, and the two English-speaking radio stations gone the music scene was already looking thin, then we heard that Castaway would close at the end of March, and - much more significantly - that so too would Imagine. This is a bit of a mystery in terms of the reason and what will happen to the gifted Eric!
But all is not bad news on the live music scene! Our neighbours Dave and Pete have been playing weekly at Pescaditos and have now increased the frequency to both Tuesday and Friday lunchtimes, and are really pulling in the crowds and getting rave reviews. The only trouble is:- the staff need to hand out blankets!

Austerity Carnival: No Queen but plenty of (Hello) Sailors!

 The local council was true to form and issued these barely legible posters about three days before the start of carnival! The theme was "Musicals" - which gave Claire at Blue Rock a headache, but the bar was decorated on time with references to ten different films.
The showground was prepared as usual, but there was no funfair, and the 3 Euro entrance price was a deterrent in this year of crisis - so not much attendance there - even Drag Night wasn't full! Furthermore we had no Carnival Queen because the necessary quality of costume was beyond the budget!
We missed the opening procession, but caught some glimpses during the week, and it was clear that the main troupes had made a good effort.
For the final Saturday we did our bit with an homage to South Pacific and ate at the American Burger (Chicken George). There were plenty of floats - perhaps a little less lavish than in some years - and too many went down the same Chicago route. Out in the street however there were a number of sailors saluting Bob, drag Sound of Music nuns, a couple of Phantom characters and a lot of Mary Poppins! Mix this with St Patrick's and a good time was had by all until very late.
Next day there was musical-related debris to be seen as we struggled out for the Sardine Funeral!
This year we decided to sacrifice the procession in order to better and more comfortably see the fireworks, so we revisited La Marquesina after many years. When we first started holidaying here it was the only place in the Michelin guide and was a clear favourite. Somehow it has gone off our radar except for the odd daytime tapa, and you will see it gets a bit of a slamming on Trip Advisor. The service was slow, but we had two fishy starters that we remembered as delicious from olden times (and they still are) and shared a half-lobster dish that was also mighty fine! We may have failed to see the late Senor Sardina itself, but we had a very good encounter with fish. The ceremony on the beach was so speedily executed that friends almost missed the fireworks. We had a ring-side position from our table.  After last year's pathetic effort they  were excellent:- perhaps because they were sponsored by our 5-star hotel.

Broadcasting News - some not so Hot!

When you land at 11 am in Fuerteventura and the temperature is announced as 16C you know there is something wrong! So it was on 15th February! We walked out of the airport and met someone we know. He told us the previous couple of weeks had been bad! We hadn't been checking the weather whilst away, so this was an unpleasant shock after UK. We also had Angelika and Katinka (Paleo pals) arriving a few hours later with our assurance that it would be nice for their week. Well they were happy enough with the daytime sunshine which got better through their week, but the evenings and nights have been bitterly cold with a North to North-East wind, and that continues. We have rarely been able to dine outside. Oh dear, what is happening to the climate?

..and something else is not so Hot! Regular readers will know that Ruth has been presenting a weekly show of themed music and a quiz on Corralejo's Hot FM whenever we are in residence. There has been talk of a legal difficulty for over a year, but whilst in Goa we received an email saying that the station had moved urgently to Internet-only. A later email said that it would go off air completely on February 12th. So we missed the farewell, and Ruth didn't know her last show before Goa was her last show forever. The reason is the Spanish authorities' decision on licenses. There is a lot of sadness about  it around town, and a need for a home for elderly frustrated DJ's!

All the more important, then, to solve the internet radio problem! We are avid listeners to BBC Radio 4, to Radio 2 on Saturday mornings, and to Radio Caroline. This has all to be done from the computer downstairs. Fed up with pointing speakers up the stairs, and not wanting to buy another laptop just for this we bought a WiFi internet radio. It works well picking up thousands of stations, being a good FM radio and also playing music from a USB stick, but it won't play anything from the BBC!  The software that comes with it makes great promises, but the dear Beeb only streams for Apple devices because of some very dodgy commercial arrangement. Grrrr! So it was "back to the drawing board" and this wonderful thing was found on sale from Radio Caroline. It plugs into a USB slot and transmits whatever sound is there as a FM signal on the frequency of your choice, so that you can listen on any FM radio within range. Magnificent!

Good News on the UK TV front too! Last year we subscribed to FilmOn in order to access a fair number of channels via the internet. This year we haven't bothered because we have been using TVCatch-up, which is free - though blocked to non-UK users. It has a very wide range of channels, including the "plus 1" versions. We have a VPN for which we pay a small sum monthly (through consult-here - recommended!), so we could receive this, but the VPN slows things down and we have had spectacular buffering especially in the evening.

Now FilmOn has announced that its standard quality broadcasts will be free within Europe - and no need for a VPN. It buffers much less and is good news. (To avoid interruptions register, and make sure you select the free low quality option!)

(You still do need a VPN for downloading from BBC i-player, streaming on-demand from other UK TV sites, and for some UK channels live or "plus 1".. but what an improvement!)

With these desperately cold evenings we have been watching far too much British TV - but    March 9th to 18th is Carnival Time,,,