I’ve finally figured out why the mountain bike was invented: to keep this lot in order when they head off-piste in the Pyrenees. Lost me, they did. On the other hand, some people (1, 2) seem to manage quite well with straightforward, old-fashioned models. The second goat’s tag is Quand la pauvreté frappe a la porte, l’amour s’enfuit par la fenêtre (When poverty knocks on the door, love flees through the window). In the other country that is the past (or Burkina Faso), love always has a suitably (wo)manned getaway bicycle waiting. In these parts it’s all gone virtual, and I weep into my beer of an evening, dreaming of hollow-horned ruminants past. But not like this.
I met this bloke at around nine last Sunday morning as I was cycling along the old road from Manresa to
- Parasitical beatles and snails get their just desserts
Most people think that the kermes oak, Quercus coccifera, is actually holly because it’s a prickly evergreen tree that round here
The strawberry tree (Arbutus unedo) is a tragic shrub, its ubiquity simply serving to remind one that it’s B-list vegetation. As
- Unstoppable, he removed the flint from his eye, re-mounted his bike and finished the stage
Dave has kindly sent me the URL of the online version of a superb book packed with brilliant photos, The story
- If the earth belongs to the wind, then who does the wind belong to?
Property rights in the natural order of things, and the economic subtext to Zapatero’s cosmology.