I think I like the Botanic Gardens in the autumn most of all. It was a nice peaceful break in what has been a slightly hectic week. And the fact that Ben was here helped a lot. Although I still don't understand why they exhibit seventy-five different types of cabbage. Or why the only plants with a DO NOT PICK sign by them are the strawberries.
My brother Ben is here to visit: thanks to him, I now know that just half an hour by bus out of Madrid you come to Hoyo de Manzanares, a village in the Sierra de Guadarrama from which you can get soonish out into nature. This photo is of an imperial eagle, but you might have to take that on trust. There was a great deal of good graffiti on the way back.
For those of you with a little Spanish (and a lot of time on your hands), there's a review here of Marian's and my translation of Boris Savinkov's Конь Бледный.
We started out looking normal, and we ended up looking abnormal. And then we went on the train for a long long time. And then we went to the creepy flat in Plaza Eurípides, and ate grave-soil and the eyes of unborn children. It was all rather fun.