After 14 days and 320km I reached Sahagun from Madrid. The wonderful welcome and hospitality shown me by so many Castillian folk must bear a mention. The spring weather has been sublime, and o without further ado here is a taste of this wonderous walk so far. If you enjoy the images please feel free to visit
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Thankyou!
Rich <3
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Church of Santiago, Madrid. |
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Leaving Madrid
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Mazanares el Real
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Lost in the trees, Sierra de Garderrama, Madrid.
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Castillia De Coco |
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Aqueduct in Segovia |
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Siesta in Alkazeren |
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Simancas from the Stone Bridge |
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Proud Sculptor Cigunuela |
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Wild Castillian Poppy Fields, Sahagun |
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Lotus Lilly, Calzada Del Coto |
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Buddha in the Trees, Calzada Del Coto |
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Ermita del la Perigrina, Sahagun |
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Just a few images of the many that were taken. The trip from Madrid to Sahagun during springtime, was at a time of year that the cottonwood was in blossom and covered the fields of wild poppies in a blanket of warm snow... so, one final image, and a poem, to speed us on to our next journey. As ever please feel free to visit
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A Warm Snow
Arabesques of swirling song
Twirl along the redolent path
A perfumed breeze, kissing the trees
Whispering their secrets in sleepy canopies.
Strewn along a blood red carpet of wild poppies
the nascent song of natures first joy
Swallowed by wind waves of wings first beat
Splash upon the shore
The honey-suckled petals of sweet amour.
The wild rose, and thistle too,
Dance in the revelry of pink and blue,
Bow to the risen King, brightly crowned,
Enthroned in this Castilian sky.
Cottonwood rains between the dappled shadow,
The Mayflower opens to the supple yarrow.
The tender bliss of loves first ardent tender kiss.
Mountain snows retreat, the sound of your heartbeat,
resting still,
Amidst the warm glow of this late springs surprise.
The trickling streams arise, and cuckoos call,
In dreams, the song of fervent butterflies.
The cramping pain
Soothed in a soft emollient of loving balm,
a downy breeze, a suckling tender calm,
Drifting between the trees,
The Willow and the Beech
The crimson tide, each,
Smothered beneath the blanket of a warm snow.
RMP 2019