![]() ![]() ![]() “Invade Seville?” I looked at Matilde in astonishment. Rearing up waving my front hooves over the slaughtered enemy, with Santiago Matamoros on my back swinging his big steel sword! And I race alongside El Cid’s horse Babieca to drive all the heathen south. With long silver Toledo armour round my ears. “Being a big war horse! Like in the paintings. ![]() “I’ll tell you what I dream of,” she said, the whites of her eyes showin her Mad-Matilde look again. “So you still dream of bein a proper Camino donkey walkin to Compostela?” “Now he’s become a hermit, the nearest I get to Compostela is a camino jaunt to the bakers shop in Orxeta.” “The Peasant doesn’t seem to realise he didn’t much need a proper Camino donkey,” said Matilde. Now our energies mostly go on fightin grown-up Morris donkey for our share of the food.” We were both pregnant when the Peasant bought us in Parcent, so the most exhaustin thing we ever did was flop down watchin the foals skippin about like young rabits. “Just be philosopical and don’t think about it. “If I had been with the Peasant walking through France on a pigrimnage I would have got wet every day and have to stand bored in the rain outside churches while he does all his praying and Masses and everything. “So that’s what a proper Camino donkey does!” she said. Matilde, the proper Camino donkey, has been readin Walkin Out of the World, and it is a relevation for her. She says the Peasant’s witterins don’t have anythin about French fashion. Aitana donkey only reads her Vague magazine. Even if I did the readin I wouldn’t read what the Peasant writs becuse it’s mostly stuff nobody wants to read about. Morris donkey does the readin and I just do the writtin. I don’t much care for the Romneyesque art pictures.Īprat from lookin at the pictures, I haven’t acherly read any of the Peasant’s witterins. ![]() The best part for me is the pictures of the green grassy fields. Not walkin out fast enough for most readers, who wants him to get on and walk out a bit quicker, so they can reads somethin else. So it’s now the second part of my Rubí Tuesday blogue, wot is a reveiw of the Peasant’s unterminable story of how he is Walkin Out of the World. “ Walkin Out of the World“: a reveiw by Rubí Donkey I really don’t know why you can’t have green grassy fields without it rainin every day on the pigrimns. That’s a place somewhere beyond Valencia and the Perynees where they has the green grassy fields and it rains every day on the pigrimns, as the Peasant explainied on his blogue. Proper Camino donkey.”Īnd so that is how I came to be ten years not in Parcent and the friend of Matilde the proper Camino donkey.Īs you can see, becuse the Peasant is writtin his virtule pigrimnage, it all started when he borrowed a proper Camino donkey from Barbara and went up the Chimney Saint Jacques in France. Matilde looking pleased with herself and said, “Told you. “There,” said Barbara, pointing to Matilde, “that’s a proper Camino donkey.” The strong temperature fluctuations of the last few weeks slowed down the ripening process, favoring the synthesis of primary aromas and the precursors of secondary aromas.Two weeks later the Peasant came back again with Barbara from France. The months of September and October, although marked by a few brief thunderstorms, provided warm, sunny days, the plants did not suffer any water stress and allowed the grapes to ripen slowly and gradually, bringing harvest times back to the classic periods. Vegetation development was fast, continuous and vigorous, with the veraison phase being delayed by around 7-8 days compared to last year. Following this, the month of August was also marked by a few brief afternoon thunderstorms, while maintaining the torrid temperatures of the previous phase. The constant heat and absence of rain in the last ten days of July then favored a recovery of the vine's phenological phases. In June, the rains gave some respite, favoring a flowering that took place regularly and rather quickly. In spring, sprouting started well, slightly later than in the previous year. ![]()
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