Most of the pictures this week are from Sunday, Valentine’s Day. Usually, I consider it one of those “Hallmark holidays”, best ignored, but this year, after all those months of semi-confinement and lack of social life for my wife and daughter, I decided to try to make it a nice day for my long-suffering women.
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I started the day by walking to the bakery for fresh bread, of course with a little detour to the beach:
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Exercise at the water’s edge:
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No beach volley during the semi-confinement:
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But clearly, some people manage to have a beer on the beach:
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After walking home, I prepared a mostly English breakfast for them (“mostly” because rather than scrambled eggs I made a vegetable omelette):
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After breakfast, I went on a bike ride of a couple of hours. The weather was nice, and I was not the only cyclist out there:
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Evidence of human activity, now abandoned:
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On my arrival back home, I was dragged to the beach by my females:
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Looking at the sea:
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It is nice to live in a place where you can do this in mid-February:
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Not only humans were enjoying the good weather:
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Towards the end of our walk, we happened on these two guys walking a 4-month old kitten. It was his first outing:
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In the evening, I cooked dinner. One of my favourite dishes is chicken piccata but since my daughter does not eat meat, I have developed a fish piccata instead, using hake in this case. It was combined with saffron rice:
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Later in the week, I happened to notice something while driving past the dog park a couple of km from my house. The memorial tree full of ribbons for departed pets had been cut down during the spring. Now people have started hanging ribbons on the fence:
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During my pre-work bike ride on Friday morning, I stopped to photograph the low clouds and mist in the mountains:
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During the night, the winds from the south brought dust from the Sahara up to Spain. It was very fine and remained suspended in the air for a couple of days before moving further north. So on Saturday morning during my ride, the mountains behind Busot were barely visible:
