First of all, we would like to announce that Mark Fraser is the winner of the competition for the best caption to accompany the image we published which was produced by…em…Mark Fraser…
Thank you to all those who submitted a caption. We loved them all. We did a blind ranking, giving three points to our favourite, two to second favourite and one point to the third… Eddie writes:
The brilliant Quixotic- inspired creation by our loyal blogger “Sebwaree” aka “Mark Dali” aka Mark Fraser provoked a tsunami ( mini) of ingenious suggestions for our Caption competition ( Cuenca to Valencia) clearly enthused, nae excited beyond measure, by the recklessly extravagant prize on offer of one (1.00) euro. Extraordinary.
An independent jury of undisclosed judges locked down in undisclosed locations across the entire width of ‘the Wessie’ in East Kilbride have reached the unanimous decision that the winner is….
Sebwaree, aka Mark Dali aka Mark Fraser for his ingenious “Which wan’s (the) Donkey?”
( We checked the Constitution and there is no clause which debars the creator from being awarded the Bumper Prize.)
Any appeal to the above decision will be considered and has a snowball’s chance in hell of being upheld.
The winner’s location is kept confidential to prevent begging letters to share the the eye-watering remuneration. Thanks to all submissions which ranged from mildly funny to totally lacking in imagination or ingenuity. But thanks, anyway
That done, here are a few outtakes from our journey that, for one reason or another, we didn’t manage to get into the blog…
Below, the day of our first busk. The fiesta in Galicia. Midday and nobody had a drink, but the atmosphere was phenomenal…
And here are a couple more sound files, starting off with Liam’s memories of his early days in Spain. He went off to his old haunt Guadalajara, ate about 10 cakes, and recorded this…
One day, we’ll release this ‘bootleg’ and make a fortune from it… ?! Like the video of the fiesta in Galicia, above, it looks and sound like everybody’s had a few. Actually, this is just what high spirits and lack of practice sounds like…
Finally, on a more serious note, Eddie reading Philip Larkin’s At Grass poem. We had passed some horses, somewhere en route, and Eddie thought of this piece. It happened to be exactly a year since he’d retired, and this poem understands something of his feelings and thoughts. Thus the beautifully balanced reading. He’s a terrific reciter is the ‘Duco, and from memory:
That’s it for now, folks. Another post – apparently we’ve been calling them ‘blog’ and that shows both our age and our ignorance – very shortly. Dispatches from further down the line, including a song by Paul Cuddihy, and a fotie of oranges. Hasta pronto – or as we say here in Spain – Pasty porridge.
The keener eyed amongst you, especially Scots family and
friends, may have detected that Liam and Eddie are now home. And I’m not.
I’m up in my writing retreat in the Alicante mountains. (Some, alleged, friends reckon that this is all an elaborate ruse to cover up the truth that I’m doing a three month stretch.)
So this next blog, without the Adelante technical support team, or our literary editor and censor, might be a bit rougher round the edges than previous, pristine, entries.
We met so many people and saw so many places that we’ve missed important things to report to you.
When we cycled through La Granja, past trenches of the Civil
War where Spanish and Scottish men and women died fighting Franco, I wanted to
record my little commemoration. But it was so cold my violin all but fell
Instead, here is my pen portrait of Ethel Macdonald, a Scots Anarchist. Ethel was actually in Barcelona, as you’ll hear. But though the location was different, and there were disputes on the Republican side, basically they were all fighting for the same cause.
On to happier times, and climes – though not for long. Below, another contender for The Most Beautiful Road In The World…
I hear it’s raining today in Scotland. But even in Spain you get the odd drop of summer rain….
Actually, that day was pretty scary. Thunder, lightening, the lot. We were lucky to find a village, with a warm and welcoming bar serving piping hot coffee. Otherwise an accident could have happened. But never to the intrepid trio….
Hoy Tú, Manaña Yo.
The very morning we left for Utiel, the penultimate stop, we were stupid enough to say ‘Looks like we’re all going to make it, boys!
Yep, the Fates were summoned. A freak accident – likely caused by tiredness after 20 hard cycles – had Eddie flying through the air and landing only a foot or so forward, instead of all the way to Valencia. Here is the very spot… We expect to see a commemorative plaque “The Duco fell here” placed there soon…
It’s bad enough, on a bike trip, having to look at Eddie’s arse disappearing up the road ahead of me. Now we have to see inside the man’s body!
We shouldn’t laugh. El Duco took a truly nasty knock. Off to the hospital for him. No cycling for three months. I suggested we wait in Utiel until he was ready to go, but folks back home didn’t seem to like that idea.
The man who took Eddie into Utiel, to his hotel, then to the medical centre, was a winemaker (make of that what you like!) who’d been out tending his vines. When Liam flagged him down, Marcos didn’t hesitate. He helped without questions or complaint. Prepared to give up his entire day if necessary. People are good. It was a sore time for Eddie and a worrying moment for us all. Marcos simply said: ‘Tú hoy, yo manaña’. You today, me tomorrow. It’s as perfect a description of socialism as any of us could think up. He expected neither repayment nor thanks – you could base entire philosophies and societies on Marco’s words.
In his honour, and as a lullaby for Wee Ed, here’s a wee song, in Basque, Liam and I recorded some time ago. Rough again, recorded on a phone, but it feels right here….
We all made it to Valencia – one way or another. Eddie gets the rosette for having endured the most pain, with fortitude and grace. He even stopped eating for nearly two days – amazing me and Liam survived that!
Liam’s son Duncan and partner Nadine were there to welcome us. So too, Anne and Moira, who had flown out specially to get us over the finishing line. Lizzie, on the other hand, had been with us all the way.
Way back in Vigo – might I remind you, 0ver 700 miles, and 7,000 hills away – we played by the west coast sea before saddling up. Here we are on the east… The Sexygenarians made it, coast-to-shining coast!
There’s no doubt that such a long and arduous cycle can take its toll on companionship. But never in my worst nightmares did I think that this could happen…
Was it money that broke up the band? Artistic disagreement? No. A woman. Liam’s Yoko. But it’ll never work, how can you have the legendary Sexygenarians when Anne is clearly about 28?!
I’m off to record ma solo album.
Spanish speakers may be interested in Liam’s attempts, along the way, to poke fun at his poet friends in Spanish.
There’ll be no final thoughts from me. I’m writing a whole book – enough’s enough! Suffice to say that I am so proud, and deeply grateful, to call Eddie Morrison and Liam Kane my friends. I learn from them every day. Friendship is like salt in sauce. We seldom notice it but, without it, we would simply survive. Friends give spice to nourishment, make life appetizing. I’m a lucky man. Cheers, lads.
This blog isn’t over yet, by the way. I’ve still to walk and busk the last tranche from Málaga to Almuñécar in a week or so. And we’ve loads of material from across the whole journey to share with you. Keep following, compañeros and compañeras!
Meantime, click on the link below for an album with photos and videos of our journey…
… and here’s a stunning image to keep you going, courtesy of the super-creative Mark Fraser. Be sure to check out the detail. A prize of one full euro goes to whoever provides the best caption. ¡Adelante!
This is Eddie & Liam, Chris’s cycling companions. Unbeknown to Chris we have temporarily hijacked the Blog. Click on the sound file below to find out what happened after we listened to our pen portraits, published by Chris in the last post.