In the UK last month, I made quite a few journeys by train, which is one of my favourite ways of travelling. I like stations, from the main London termini, where the platforms run straight into bright modern shopping centres, to the sleepy country halts, where there’s no ticket office or porter, and no phone for miles.
Category: travel
at the western edge of Europe…
palm fronds prick at a volcanic sky
and bright hibiscus
leer at pink-skinned foreigners.
canary colours
You might expect the predominant colour in the Canary Islands to be banana yellow, but that certainly wasn’t my experience in Tenerife.
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where angels fear to tread
As part of the Corpus Christi celebrations, the town of Adeje in Tenerife decorates the streets with ‘carpets’ made from salt along the procession route.
I think the carpets are made using salt tinted with powder paint, which is spread over a big outline of the picture taped to the street.
Between the carpets are plainer stretches with stencilled patterns.
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no stone unturned
To everything there is a season, a time and a place for everything. If this scene is anything to go by, it seems that in Tenerife it is a time to gather stones together:
don't confuse the narrator 