It can be difficult to know oneself at times. Out of the blue, you can do something completely surprising and not in character. It’s even possible that others may know you better than you do – or not . . .
Predictability within any relationship reinforces that perceived knowledge of the other. It’s a reciprocal alliance. One expects. The other does too. Behaviour personified. Smooth sailing often the result.
Before set off day, Mrs S always likes to give Beastie’s interior a thorough clean. It’s a woman’s world and all that. The Stink Bug count during this process neared triple figures – apparently. However, despite their French (r)evolution, it seems not all were treated with Liberté, égalité and fraternité !
Unable to squish one directly – a far too juicy treat – Mrs S sent an innumerable number into oblivion by first placing a leaf over each one in turn, before sending them into a far better place . . . which wasn’t France.
Today’s count 13 – 12 alive, 1 not so . . .
A short ninety minutes away from Camping Ezcaba lies Bardenas Reales Natural Park of 45,000 hectares. A dry, dusty, bumpy ride takes in an unexpected landscape, that challenges one’s perceived impression of Spain. Its en-route to our overnighter at Camping Fuente de la Teja, Soria.
Fun over – our two hour trip down to Soria, not quite so warm and sunny . . .