Lucy Rees and Solanell

The renowned ethologist Lucy Lee Solanelles the project start in the scientific study of behavior of the horses in the wild. It begins with a herd of about 10 copies of pottokas who will live freely in the valley of the mountains of Solanell

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Lucy Rees, escritora, etóloga equina y domadora, es una mujer galesa que ha viajado y trabajado en varios países en búsqueda de las formas mas fáciles, universalmente aplicadas y exitosas de tratar con los caballos.
Tras sus estudios de zoología en la universidad de Londres, se especializó en neurofisiología, neuroanatomía y etología, realizó sus estudios de postgraduado en la universidad de Sussex, Inglaterra. Más tarde tuvo una hípica un tanto atípica en las montañas de Snowdonia, Gales, donde empezó a domar los caballos cerriles de aquella sierra ganando fama por su especial trato de caballos con problemas; también comenzó a escribir sus primeros libros (novelas).

That is the "Revival Solanell" by Tomàs Forteza and the " Solitud of Solanell" by W. George Lovell

A town so small and so full of history. And no history of major data or facts extraordinary, if not in history with a capital letter, of that which is done every day of small things, feelings, traditions, of arrelaments, since began as an entity set up fro the late ninth century and was finally surrendered, in a formal way, in the middle of the twentieth century I'any 1954.

They say that when a village is left lost its entire history. Divides people and is not to tell anyone anything deres. Not incidentally, are the stones that Poke lesion without removing them with dignity, give all kinds of explanations. Here there was a was a here Cortal, there is still the shape of the basket of a neighbor or a neighbor, who sat every evening in the stone, take stock of his life and of her convilatans, thinking, so you know, in the miserable existence that is made up and in the future that awaited them, at no time was flattering.

It is true that the traces that are increasingly disappearing by human neglect. Holiday ruins of the lighthouse and a Romanesque church that falls to pieces, which were the core of a population that now go to the first news I'acte consecration of the Cathedral of Santa Maria Office of I'any Urgell 839,. And that initially belonged to vizcondado Urgell, being at that time part of the Valley Castellbó.

To reach Solanelles finally say the name that had long hidden, not shame, if not involuntary default, now it takes over a track that rather annoying than helpful. A track that is ferragosa, incordiant, annoying, and not giving a definite trace until shortly before reaching the village. It's an overwhelming feeling, almost mystical, sudden, like all the abandoned villages are surrounded by the mysteries and you think that only memories and hidden misery.

Solanelles during eleven centuries, it was currency. Kings, viceroys, governors, Viscounts and Earls had this town like a cauliflower, I am interested in the day that the coma and the day that you do not change it.
From all this we have documented. For example, the Viscount Miro d'Urgell, donates I'any 1035 the village of Solanelles a son called his Oliba Isarn that virtually nothing is known of its existence, and therefore has the suspicion that he was a His illegitimate son who had to content with something.

From here the town has hosted, in a distant historical events from different categories. It is surely not the Saracens never heard of Solanelles, but instead, the Cathars, had a certain prominence when fleeing the crusade against the Albigensians. You must also add that its strategic location, within walking distance from the border with Andorra and France led to the villagers could make a sobresou with smuggling, either directly or with brokers. After the last civil war, resistance fighters gained a certain prominence. Although practically, however, remained in private Deiss villagers with the miseries of each day and each period.

However, Solanelles was a relatively large town, isolated but extensive. In the early twentieth century, still had about thirty houses, but nevertheless, as noted earlier, the sixties inhabitants decided, as other peoples of the region to pack and leave for forever.
Did remains of Solanelles? Stones and debris, mystery and love, but a small piece of their culture as a song of thanks to the Agustinet Pallerols del Canto, a young sheep xollador, musician accordionist that following an incident he had with the chapel of the village, decided to do a song that oral tradition has come to today.

Apparently some young xolladors were at church Solanelles working and making spree. The chapel, the angry and perhaps lacking xerinola clientele across the hustle and bustle that was organized, made use of force, to make out in the esgarriats. The reaction xolladors Deiss was a song during the Franco years was prohibited but the locals have always remembered and sang at their parties. Song is called the black cock.

Since women have a contribution to popular culture Solanelles of Alt Urgell. Not everything should be stones, rubble and misery.

Prudence advised to face up to the prospects for the immediate future of the town of Solanelles, make an outline, more realistic than prophetic, his current situation. Often rejected the obviousness of that architecture is not improvised, which only supports guidelines and schedules designed to produce rigidly subject to the laws of the market.
If a society is free, is also cultured, educated and supposedly moltesvegades unsatisfactorily. Hence the need to treat things with love, with love, as was done with Solanelles.
A survey of the future state that authorizes the village will progress to the extent that governments and developers to assume that architecture does not have to be fought with the business or should be an electoral appeal, and obviously a luxury, but a pleasure has been achieved and take charge.

Tomas Forteza

video of the virtual rebuilt of Solanell

19 de febrer de 2011 - Els exploradors del Solanell

Ahir després d'anar al pediatra per un petit susto que finalment no va ser res, els exploradors del Solanell vam demanar permís a l'Alba de la tortuga pirulina per no anar a classe el divendres i així poder explorar Solanell. Vam arribar sobre les 9 de la nit a cal Butxaca, on l'Angelina i l'Angels ens van tractar de maravella com sempre. Després a dormir a la furgo , ens vam aixecar a les 8am. Una petita exursió al riu, uns contes   i  el Martí s'enfunda el seu tratje vermell preparant-se per la dura jornada d'exploració. Anem a esmorzar a ca la Dolors. Fem temps esperant a un camió que ve de Tarragona, carregat amb una trentena de bigues de fusta melis i unes 5 portes antigues que intentarem aprofitar. El camió és conduït pel Jose Luís i el Diego. Dos nois molt amables  que  ens acompanyen a inspeccionar la pista de Solanell per tal de comprovar si el camió pot pujar fins al poble. Als 100 mts ja  veuen que no és possible , però tot i així decidim seguir l'excursió per ensenyar-lis la primera borda que volem consolidar. El Diego hi enten força de construcció i ens dona bastants consells  per organitzar les obres amb la màxima eficiència i estalvi econòmic. Tornem del poble, ells descarreguen el camió i els exploradors decidim anar a altres contrades a veure neu. Arribem sobre les 14:30 a San Juan de l'Erm, al refugi de la basseta, on dinem un bon plat  de macarrons i un tall e llangonissa. Després , el txon , l'explorador petit i jo,  anem amb trineu l'explanada que hi tot just davant del refugi. Després d'unes rialles i una petita migdiada al sostre de la furgo-exploradora amb llegida de contes inclosa, ens disposem a anar a Turbiàs a visitar als nostres amics Irene i Jose, encantadors com sempre. Ens indiquen on trobar als famosos Pratgi Merlotti i la Raquel que ens acullen  a casa seva i ens tracten com si fòssim de la família. Mentre l'explorador petit fa bona feina amb un sortit de galetes que li ofereix la Raquel en Pratgi m'explica anècdotes i històries interessantíssimes sobre la vall de Castellbó i sobre Solanell i les seves gents. Ens despedim i tot just engegar la furgo , l'explorador petit es queda dormit fins a Tàrrega, on parem  a sopar i després seguim fins a caseta o ens esperen les dones de la casa que ens reben amb molts petonets sobretot per l'explorador petit (serà enxufat!! jeje). Salut

La gent de Solanell

Una de les coses més boniques que m'ha passat ha sigut poder veure com gent que havia viscut a Solanell es retrobaven després de més de 40 o 50 anys