A Quick Break in Spain
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A Quick Break in Spain

October 24, 2014
We’d gone out to Spain for a bit of a break.
My father inherited a villa in the south of Spain, and was spending quite a lot of time out there doing it up (it was a total dump when he acquired it) so we thought we’d all head over there and give him and his wife Jenny a hand. Or at least, to eat them out of avocados for a couple of weeks. My wife, our 2-year old daughter and I flew out in late January, and after a bit of cajoling, whining and eventually a flat-out tantrum,  I was allowed to take a bike.

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Barney Marsh takes the word ‘career’ literally, veering wildly across the road of his life, as thoroughly in control as a goldfish on the dashboard of a motorhome. He’s been, with varying degrees of success, a scientist, teacher, shop assistant, binman and, for one memorable day, a hospital laundry worker. These days, he’s a dad, husband, guitarist, and writer, also with varying degrees of success. He sometimes takes photographs. Some of them are acceptable. Occasionally he rides bikes to cast the rest of his life into sharp relief. Or just to ride through puddles. Sometimes he writes about them. Bikes, not puddles. He is a writer of rongs, a stealer of souls and a polisher of turds. He isn’t nearly as clever or as funny as he thinks he is.

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4 thoughts on “A Quick Break in Spain”

  2. Thanks for taking the trouble to share this with us. I mostly ride alone and I’m quite often on my own, so there is nobody to leave my intended route with. Thus I tend to shove this kind of preplanning for disaster out of the window…but you are right…we should all give it a nod every time we get ready for a ride

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