Gill's utopian musings concerning the bucolic delights of days spent in a 'field in France' make regular guest appearances here. I wondered recently, what is my equivalent,, what is my idealised happy place?
As we re-mounted I commented, "It's a real Blue Med day." I realised immediately, that's it! - my 'field in France' is a 'Blue Med day'. Immediately I felt compelled to define, what exactly constituted this state of near Nirvana. So, taking today as my starting point.:
Blue Med days are so clear the horizon looks as if it has been folded down the middle, or it's a slender hinge.connecting sky and sea.
There must be a measurable, scientific explanation to why some days the air feels beautiful - pleasurable on bare skin and the simple act of breathing feels good for you. Maybe it's not a physical thing about ozone particles and low humidity, perhaps it's all in the mind. Whatever the cause there was something a little voluptuous about today, as if the light breeze actually wanted to waft the scent of flowers and herbs towards us as we rode through the pine forest and up to the headland.
High of 25 degrees, low (in the small hours) in the mid teens - which means shorts and tee shirt weather all day but cool enough in van for a good night's sleep....perfecto.
There is no one definitive Mediterranean landscape - but hereabouts manages to conform to a clutch of brochure stereotypes - pellucid sea, pine forest and rocky cove; a sweeping bay with distant view of snow topped mountains; a hill of white houses beneath a deep blue sky...
Cala Montgro says, "If you don't jump in I will take it as a personal affront - do you think being this clear and sparkly is easy?"
Today - tapas with a view of the Bay of Roses and the Pyrenees. We chose - anchovies, diced cod in batter and patatas bravas - yum.
There is another essential, at least for me, but it is more a of a pre-requisite, an enabling condition without which none of the foregoing is possible. Travel becomes far more inspiring in the company of a sassy, barefoot companion, who right now, as I sit here on Cala Montgró beach, is wandering towards me having gone for a bit of a paddle. Rats, she has spotted that I am pointing the phone towards her and paused to give a big smiley Gill photo pose, which is great, but not the sneak shot I was planning. ...