As I sit at home on a miserably cold and wet Queens' Birthday weekend I am reminded of a similarly wintry day six months ago spent wandering along the banks of the River Duero near the Castillian town of Soria. Since blogging here has been fairly sporadic of late, I thought I would put up a few more photos from my visit to the spiritual home of the poet Antonio Machado...
Lovely cats!
ReplyDeleteThere were a whole bunch of these cats all living inside the (now derelict) 12th century monastery of San Juan del Duero. The caretaker who comes down each day to open up the place apparently feeds them, the rest of the time they have monastery pretty much to themselves...
ReplyDeleteyou live in winter at Spain beside the Duero and then winter again at home, its best in Summer dude, honestly this whole fatal paradox thing worries me
ReplyDeleteWell, I bet they are wonderfully pious, like Christopher Smart's cat Jeffrey in Jubilate Agno (you know that poem? You should, if you're a cat lover.)
ReplyDeleteYes I know the poem (although I've only ever read the "For I will consider my cat Jeffrey..." bit that seems to get frequently anthologised, not the whole work). Personally I've always thought of cats as wonderfully opportunistic and lazy rather than pious - at least these are the traits that characterise our household feline :)
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