Boondock Puffins

There’s something timelessly brilliant about waking up on a boat to watch the sun rise over the Mediterranean. It was early – too early by any sensible measure – but worth it. The sea was calm, the sky turned a soft apricot-pink colour, and for a few quiet moments, it felt like we were adrift Read more

We left La Vall de Boí bathed in that kind of early morning golden light that makes you question every decision that involves not living permanently in a remote Catalan valley surrounded by goats and silence. But alas, the road was calling (again!) and so off we went, back into the mountains like moths to Read more

We had fully intended to go for a run this morning. I was practically in my trainers – well, mentally. But the only thing my body managed to do with conviction was refuse to move. So, run postponed (indefinitely), we packed up our belongings in what could only be described as mild chaos, tetris-ed them Read more

After several days holed up in Molinos de Duero like monks with email access, it was finally time to get back on the road. The rain had eased, the clouds had stopped actively spitting on us, and our waterproofs, now more creased than effective (not really, they’re actually awesome) were called into action once more. Read more

The day began with a lurch. Not the bike this time, but us. Both of us woke up resembling budget mannequins from a chiropractor’s waiting room—stiff, creaky, and quite convinced we’d aged 30 years overnight. But true to form, we laced up our running shoes and decided to jog into Tordesillas for sunrise. Why? Because Read more