And I would walk five hundred miles…

And I would walk five hundred more…*sings obnoxiously in hideously inaccurate Scottish accent* If there was a memo, I’ve missed it. I don’t understand. The practise seemed even more prevalent in Laredo… Since I’ve been here I’ve noticed that its a “thing” for three quarters of the beach population to walk, nay stride, purposely upContinue reading “And I would walk five hundred miles…”

Don’t tell FIBs…

I missed it. It being FIB, Festival Internacional de Benicassim. I was originally told by the family that we’d be going to Laredo for a week “sometime in July” but this turned into two weeks smack bang over festival time (it’s very true that the Spanish, famed for the phrase “mañana, mañana”, have a laxContinue reading “Don’t tell FIBs…”