Guardians of The Lambsfoot!

Forsaking the beautiful El Diablo restaurant, we sped away from Timanfaya, with rumbling bellies, and the soothing promises of our dishonest tour guide. What a fantastic lunch we were going to have, so many delightful dishes awaited us, with many fine wines, and a selection of beers, and all for only $13 a head. I was not entirely surprised when we eventually arrived back at the same place we'd stopped off at before, at Yaiza, where we were rushed into a slightly grotty back room. After being deprived of our cash by the tour-guide, a sour-faced ignoramus, slid the lids from some stainless serving dishes, with the disinterest their contents deserved. There was a thin salad, overcooked spaghetti with a watery tomato sauce, chips, some potatoes, and a few other bits and pieces. On the tables were small carafes of an unpleasant-tasting rose wine, which had quite obviously been watered. We ate in misery, simply to assuage our hunger, (it now being nearly 2pm), and left, shamefaced in our mutual exploitation, to be whizzed off elsewhere.

The people of Lanzarote have been more honest, if no less ingenious, when it comes to exploiting the land. A land where nothing grows easily, and special techniques have had to be developed. Not only do they have little rainfall, but they suffer strong winds, which, if uncared for, would blow the precious soil out into the Atlantic. Vines grow well in volcanic soil, and the native Malvasia grape was once famous internationally for its Malmsey wine, which was carried all the way to England especially for drowning Dukes. Nothing, however, grows on volcanic ROCK, which is far more abundant in this part of Lanzarote than soil. So, the vines are planted in the precious soil, and then covered with the black rock, to hold the soil in place. Additionally, the vines are protected by low, usually semi-circular walls, which block the prevailing winds.

Sadly, agriculture (and viniculture) is in decline in Lanzarote, since tourism is now a much easier way to make a living. The native people still take some pride in farming though, and the southern wine region is peppered with vineyards and bodegas. Having missed out a visit to the village of Mancha Blanca, where we were supposed to have lunch, and a visit to Nuestra ora de Los Dolores, an 18th century church, we were now, according to our programme, supposed to "take part in a wine tasting experience", where we would learn about the Lanzarote wine, and its production, taste some examples, and purchase a bottle or two if we liked. Instead, we had a 10 minute stop at a tourist trap, where there was an option to queue for the solitary WC, buy postcards and other souvenirs, or go into a large, bare room, where, if she could be bothered, a miserable woman, silently poured half a dozen thimble-size shots of a vile-tasting liquid, from a stout bottle. Those adventurous, or stupid, enough to taste the wine visibly recoiled in disgust, our hostess already having walked away to deal with some other chore. I had been looking forward to the "wine experience", but applying that phrase to this was a blatant lie, and simply a waste of 10 minutes.

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There may have not been much to see at the tourist bodega, but the views from our next destination were very impressive. Curiously, the 20 minute stop at the restaurant and cafe, where our tour guide was clearly very well-known, wasn't scheduled :rolleyes:

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From here, we descended on steep, winding roads through the village of Haria and the Valley of a Thousand Palms, then on to our final stop of the tour.

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traded my flat cap for a Finnish Sissi cap :D :thumbsup:

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Have you ever seen a photo where someone took a selfie with their dog, and they obviously had to wrangle the dog into the frame because it was distracted by a squirrel or a mailman? 😉😁

:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: 🥰. I won't get anywhere near that number.

It’s always the people who say that sort of thing that end up outliving everyone else. 😉 I feel like for as long as I knew him (20+ years) my wife’s grandpa was always saying things like, “Well, this’ll probably be my last Christmas.” He lived to 90. 🙂

That's good to hear Mitch :) I met up with my pal Wolfie yesterday afternoon. His brother, Tony, had just been over to Ireland for his girlfriend's father's funeral, and he certainly sounded like a character :eek: He had to go on the run for 5 years, because he was wanted to smuggling guns over the border for the IRA, and while was gone established a completely new family, which is wife never found out about, and none of the others knew about until years later! :eek: A 'likeable rogue' by all accounts, but they had a good funeral :thumbsup:

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That sounds very similar to an actual storyline from Sons of Anarchy. 😁

Forsaking the beautiful El Diablo restaurant, we sped away from Timanfaya, with rumbling bellies, and the soothing promises of our dishonest tour guide. What a fantastic lunch we were going to have, so many delightful dishes awaited us, with many fine wines, and a selection of beers, and all for only $13 a head. I was not entirely surprised when we eventually arrived back at the same place we'd stopped off at before, at Yaiza, where we were rushed into a slightly grotty back room. After being deprived of our cash by the tour-guide, a sour-faced ignoramus, slid the lids from some stainless serving dishes, with the disinterest their contents deserved. There was a thin salad, overcooked spaghetti with a watery tomato sauce, chips, some potatoes, and a few other bits and pieces. On the tables were small carafes of an unpleasant-tasting rose wine, which had quite obviously been watered. We ate in misery, simply to assuage our hunger, (it now being nearly 2pm), and left, shamefaced in our mutual exploitation, to be whizzed off elsewhere.

The people of Lanzarote have been more honest, if no less ingenious, when it comes to exploiting the land. A land where nothing grows easily, and special techniques have had to be developed. Not only do they have little rainfall, but they suffer strong winds, which, if uncared for, would blow the precious soil out into the Atlantic. Vines grow well in volcanic soil, and the native Malvasia grape was once famous internationally for its Malmsey wine, which was carried all the way to England especially for drowning Dukes. Nothing, however, grows on volcanic ROCK, which is far more abundant in this part of Lanzarote than soil. So, the vines are planted in the precious soil, and then covered with the black rock, to hold the soil in place. Additionally, the vines are protected by low, usually semi-circular walls, which block the prevailing winds.

Sadly, agriculture (and viniculture) is in decline in Lanzarote, since tourism is now a much easier way to make a living. The native people still take some pride in farming though, and the southern wine region is peppered with vineyards and bodegas. Having missed out a visit to the village of Mancha Blanca, where we were supposed to have lunch, and a visit to Nuestra ora de Los Dolores, an 18th century church, we were now, according to our programme, supposed to "take part in a wine tasting experience", where we would learn about the Lanzarote wine, and its production, taste some examples, and purchase a bottle or two if we liked. Instead, we had a 10 minute stop at a tourist trap, where there was an option to queue for the solitary WC, buy postcards and other souvenirs, or go into a large, bare room, where, if she could be bothered, a miserable woman, silently poured half a dozen thimble-size shots of a vile-tasting liquid, from a stout bottle. Those adventurous, or stupid, enough to taste the wine visibly recoiled in disgust, our hostess already having walked away to deal with some other chore. I had been looking forward to the "wine experience", but applying that phrase to this was a blatant lie, and simply a waste of 10 minutes.

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That’s a shame about the lunch and “wine tasting,” Jack. Interesting how they’ve adapted and use the land. :thumbsup:

4° F here this morning (-10° F windchill), and supposed to get colder over the weekend and going into next week. Still dark out at the moment, so an old Lambsfoot photo will have to do.

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That's a nice one Bob 😎🙂👍
Have you ever seen a photo where someone took a selfie with their dog, and they obviously had to wrangle the dog into the frame it was distracted by a squirrel or a mailman? 😉😁
🤣🤣🤣🤣👍
It’s always the people who say that sort of thing that end up outliving everyone else. 😉 I feel like for as long as I knew him (20+ years) my wife’s grandpa was always saying things like, “Well, this’ll probably be my last Christmas.” He lived to 90. 🙂
I've known a couple of guys who started using that line from the age of about 60! 🙄 We used to call one of them Dying Dave! 🤣😉👍
That sounds very similar to an actual storyline from Sons of Anarchy. 😁
LOL! 🤣 When the dust has settled, I'm going to have to ask Louise to tell me some stories about her dad! 👍
That’s a shame about the lunch and “wine tasting,” Jack. Interesting how they’ve adapted and use the land. :thumbsup:
Thanks Barrett, I want to go back, just to go to that restaurant 🙄 I would have booked a wine tasting trip if the company hadn't lied 🤨 Yes, I am quite fascinated by their history of innovation, enterprising folks. The neighbouring island of Tenerife got rich, just selling water to shipping 👍
4° F here this morning (-10° F windchill), and supposed to get colder over the weekend and going into next week. Still dark out at the moment, so an old Lambsfoot photo will have to do.

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Yikes! 🥶 That's a nice photo Barrett 🙂👍
Is that a cake?
Ow! I just lost another tooth! 😖😉😁👍
I've wondering about those.
This one looks like I felt getting up this morning. That is, battered.
And fried.
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Thanks Steve, smashing! :cool: :thumbsup:

Cheers mate !

Looking forward to seeing what you pick out Duncan :cool: :thumbsup:

Blue is the colour,
Football is the game,
We're all together,
And winning is our aim.
So cheer us on,
Through the wind and rain,
'Cos Wednesday,
Wednesday is our name!
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:D :thumbsup:

Sweet! :D :) :thumbsup:




Sorry to hear that Mitch, condolences :( BobStag looking good :thumbsup:


You're not there already?! 🤣;):thumbsup:

Stunning photo Dwight :cool: :thumbsup:

They look good Leon, nice pic :cool: :thumbsup:

That's good to hear Mitch :) I met up with my pal Wolfie yesterday afternoon. His brother, Tony, had just been over to Ireland for his girlfriend's father's funeral, and he certainly sounded like a character :eek: He had to go on the run for 5 years, because he was wanted to smuggling guns over the border for the IRA, and while was gone established a completely new family, which is wife never found out about, and none of the others knew about until years later! :eek: A 'likeable rogue' by all accounts, but they had a good funeral :thumbsup:

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LOL! :D Quite a character! 🤣:thumbsup:

Good morning Guardians, how is everyone doing? It's dark, and cold, and wet outside, and it seems like an awful long time since I was in Lanzarote :rolleyes: At least I am lucky to live in a warm house, and lucky to have gotten away at all in fact. Hoping to contnue my virtual tour later ;) I hope everyone has had a good week :thumbsup:

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Nice picture of your Albers ! 👍

There may have not been much to see at the tourist bodega, but the views from our next destination were very impressive. Curiously, the 20 minute stop at the restaurant and cafe, where our tour guide was clearly very well-known, wasn't scheduled :rolleyes:

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Vr9tqKA.jpg


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From here, we descended on steep, winding roads through the village of Haria and the Valley of a Thousand Palms, then on to our final stop of the tour.

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Stunning views !

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Simple elegance !

Have you ever seen a photo where someone took a selfie with their dog, and they obviously had to wrangle the dog into the frame it was distracted by a squirrel or a mailman? 😉😁



It’s always the people who say that sort of thing that end up outliving everyone else. 😉 I feel like for as long as I knew him (20+ years) my wife’s grandpa was always saying things like, “Well, this’ll probably be my last Christmas.” He lived to 90. 🙂



That sounds very similar to an actual storyline from Sons of Anarchy. 😁



That’s a shame about the lunch and “wine tasting,” Jack. Interesting how they’ve adapted and use the land. :thumbsup:

4° F here this morning (-10° F windchill), and supposed to get colder over the weekend and going into next week. Still dark out at the moment, so an old Lambsfoot photo will have to do.

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Stay warm Barrett !
 
Good morning Guardians. Had a cold round of golf yesterday - started off at 39 degrees F. But it warmed up to a balmy fifty. Despite all that I played well. Don't understand it because I hate playing in the cold. Why did I go out? Probably a mix of stupidity and desire. Geez, that sounds like a book title of one of those crazy love paperbacks! 😂 Today is warming up to the mid-50' and looking forward to my daily stroll around the neighborhood. I just received my latest addition and decided to share a photo of it.
 
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Good morning Guardians. Had a cold round of golf yesterday - started off at 39 degrees F. But it warmed up to a balmy fifty. Despite all that I played well. Don't understand it because I hate playing in the cold. Why did I go out? Probably a mix of stupidity and desire. Geez, that sounds like a book title of one of those crazy love paperbacks! 😂 Today is warming up to the mid-50' and looking forward to my daily stroll around the neighborhood. I just received my latest addition and decided to share a photo of it.
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Almost forgot to mention that my Albers Lambfoot knife is due in large part to JRRsix7 JRRsix7 and his generosity. Thank you Jason!
 
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Good morning Guardians. Had a cold round of golf yesterday - started off at 39 degrees F. But it warmed up to a balmy fifty. Despite all that I played well. Don't understand it because I hate playing in the cold. Why did I go out? Probably a mix of stupidity and desire. Geez, that sounds like a book title of one of those crazy love paperbacks! 😂 Today is warming up to the mid-50' and looking forward to my daily stroll around the neighborhood. I just received my latest addition and decided to share a photo of it.
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I know what you mean Bill, I used to go rock-climbing throughout the year, fishing, and backpacking too! :D Still some folks make worse mistakes ;) :D :thumbsup:

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Nice pic :) :thumbsup:
 
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