Fes wasn’t actually very festive (perhaps unsurprisingly) so we abandoned all hopes of a Christmassy time. It was nice though.
A beautiful door. Lots of tourists were taking pictures of it with enormous cameras so its probably something important but we couldn’t work out what.
The blue door, one of the many entrances to the Medina (old city).
Lots of the buildings are being kept up (apart? prevented from collapse?) by elaborate wooden joists.
The Medina rooftops and satellite dishes from Place Rcif
Batha Museum garden
The tanneries, we were there on red dye day. You can see the yellow skins drying from the day before. Yellow dye is the most expensive because its made of saffron. It smelt really bad!
Very narrow streets, particularly good for bicycle navigation… Fes Medina is a crazy warren, apparently it is the largest car free urban environment in the world! We spent most of our time there getting hopelessly lost.
Actually it was a little bit stressful as multiple attempts to get Alice’s wheel fixed went awry (big thanks to John for helping us so much!) Luckily we were staying with Liz on her farm, hanging with the animals and helping out. The wheel still isn’t really fixed, we’re hoping to find a solution at a bike shop in Ronda before crossing into Morocco…
Little Cat, a semi-feral kitten Alice has been taming against its wishes
Building a Hügel bed. Dig a hole, lay bits of wood in it. Lay the turf back on upside down to kill the grass and weeds, then apply layers of manure, compost, old straw, etc. Finally spread with topsoil. We also added cardboard to keep the weeds down until spring. The decomposing wood retains moisture, the composting process provides warmth and improved nutrients. Great.
The afternoons’ labours…
Zak crushing some olives for preserving
Wood-fired pear and pomegranate crumble. Yeah.
Dog love with Messi (after the football man..) and Shadow.
Some more critter friends we made.
On a sunny afternoon we climbed up El Peñón, the slightly rudely named highest point in Sevilla province.
Zak at the summit
As we approached the summit there were lots of sheep who ran away chaotically and peered at us from behind rocks. We were just heading downhill when we heard a tiny ‘Baaaa’ and looked down to see this fluffy white newborn who definitely wasn’t there on the way up! Realising we’d inadvertently scared off its mum, we felt very guilty. The lamb however started nuzzling Alice’s knees quite happily, seemingly not noticing she was not a sheep, let alone its Mama. We retired to a safe distance and Mama and baby were quickly reunited with much happy bleeting.