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Costa Brava – at its best when everyone is asleep.

Aigue-Xellata cove. Exquisite...
Aigue-Xellata cove. Exquisite…

Getting up is so hard, especially when the weather is so grim and grey! I long for the lazy days of summer. Mind you, lazy is of course a relative term. On holiday the younger Pecks, and indeed Mrs Peck, are not early risers. That is my time. Up and out as early as I can,  go catch that photograph!

The coastal walk

The coastal walk

I do love the early morning feeling – especially when there’s no-one about. The light is gorgeous, it’s warm but not hot. Bliss.

Sa Tuna beach (early morning)

Sa Tuna beach (early morning)

On this particular morning I had watched a cormorant herd a shoal of tiny fish (sardines?) towards the shore, just by that chair, until they leapt out of the water in their escape anguish. Missed it with my camera – mostly because I wasn’t quite aware of what was happening until the fish tried to fly. Quite incredible.

Panorama of Sa Tuna, Costa Brava

Panorama of Sa Tuna, Costa Brava

(The eagle-eyed will see evidence of the photographer in the pic above -look closely…)

Our villa was just on the other side of that hill you see in the left hand distance. And once the Peck tribe did get up we decided to come across the hill, to this village, to have a (very) late lunch. Should have been easy, wasn’t….

The coastal view around Sa Tuna

The coastal view around Sa Tuna

Daughters have minds of their own. And my daughter was determined to cross the hill wearing flip-flop Birkenstocks. Every 20 metres we would have to stop and remove yet another stone. The complaining was vociferous. The crickets were drowned out! Without the car, we knew that the only way to return was the same way we had come… Which meant buying appropriate shoes first, then hiking back.

I prefer the family asleep whilst I venture out to take photos…

(I swam through that arch...)

(I swam through that arch…)

Early risers at the beach

Early risers at the beach

So, forget the grim grey days of January, and remember/look forward to the warm days of July and August. And let the rest of the family sleep…, they don’t know what they’re missing.

Dawn seascape

Dawn seascape

Lazing in the summer sun

Once we managed to get away from the UK drizzle in August, we found, at last, the sun. And the colour changed from grey to blue, green and white – the summer colours.

And the breeze blew…

These are the best sorts of lazy days. Late breakfast, roll out to the pool, flop down with a book, a dip when it gets too hot, glass of cold crisp wine with lunch (at 3pm-ish) and then back to the pool for more lazing…


imitating Tom Daley…

blue and bluer

The pool is guarded by putti who are bleached white in the Spanish sun. Rather cute.

On guard.

Watching from one end of the pool.

And from the other. I wonder what they’ve seen over the years…

Here’s the view from the bedroom as the sun comes up.

the promise of another sunny day

the view round the headland

Good to remember the beautiful sunny delights of the Costa Brava where the sun warmed us up and prepped us for the cold misty Autumn that’s about to arrive…

Soaking up the view

Foodies’ Paradise in Girona, Spain

The whole reason we went to Spain this year is because we watched Masterchef in January, where the finalists had to do a service in El Celler De Can Roca. “Would you eat that food if you had the chance?” I asked the kids. “Of course”, they answered, “but that 2nd finalist needs to work on his plating-up technique…”. OK, I hadn’t really expected that response,  but I took the hint, phoned the restaurant, booked the table for August, and only then sorted out the rest of the holiday…

Arrival or the pilgrims.

Now there’s not much point only doing a pilgrimage like this half-heartedly, so we invited friends along too. After much dressing up, application of lipstick (just the girls) etc, we arrived at the temple dedicated to Catalan food. What joys await!

2 tomes for wine – one for white, one for red…!

The menu is extraordinary. Choosing is impossible, so it’s simpler to go for the taster menu and have everything… (mind you, we went for the 9 course taster, there is a 14 course beast for those of greater hunger!).

The excitement begins before the main food gets near the table. The Amuses-bouches are a great way for the chefs to show off their talents, and it started with our first surprise. A paper lampoon, which unravels to reveal savoury bonbons:

Tastes of the World: Mexico, Peru, Thailand, Morocco and Japan

You have to work out which flavour is from which country

This next one is amazing: a miniature olive tree is brought to the table, with real olives hanging from the branches, that you pick and eat – right off the tree…

They taste caramelised and pop-corny

Campari explosions, truffled bonbons…

So at this point we haven’t even started the actual menu…. It arrives, each dish more exquisite that the last. Here’s a selection – to whet your appetite (haha…)

Oysters in Cava (which was still fizzing in the bowl!), apple compote, ginger, pineapple, lemon confit and spices

Sole with olive oil, fennel, bergamot, orange, pine nuts and green olives

Sierra Mayor Iberian suckling pig, melon, orange and beetroot (OMG – this is to die for…!)

OK, so I’ve missed a few dishes out (!?!), but hey, we need a drink! So of course, my daughter takes over wine tasting duties. in the other hand is a Coke. How typical!

El Rocallis 07 DO Penedes

Then come the desserts!!! Charles reaches Nirvana, and Imogen relaxes with a fag.

Gold and Chocolate makes a young man happy

A taste of Havana, and a Mojito ice cream

Who thought ash could taste nice !!! (it did…)

After all this indulgence the senses are refreshed with a perfume cone and a homage to Willy Wonker

A quintessence of lemon

Our waiter turns into Willy Wonker

Sweets galore!

All hail the Rocas brothers! We are overcome! Immy, who has made friends with Davide our waiter, asks him “to pass on our compliments to the chefs”. Davide ups the ante, and asks the kids if they would like to meet the chefs? So off we troop to the kitchen (!)

Joan Roca and the kids – how cool is that!!!

And then a tour of the wine cellar. Immy is so delighted she throws her arms around Davide to give him a hug. There is a tear in Davide’s eye. He has been charmed.

50,000+ bottles. I could stay here for ever.

This place is so fantastic. No feeling of pretentiousness or snobbery. The wonderful food, and the welcoming people. These are memories that will last for ever, and after all, isn’t that what it’s all about?

Smiling god-mother and god-daughter, and a wonderful meal.

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