The mystery of the metallic manure.

When we moved to the Galicia fourteen years ago, we had never lived in the countryside before. We couldn’t speak either the local Galician language used by our neighbours or Castilian Spanish. Over the years, there have been many misunderstandings because of both language and lack of rural experience. I can’t hope to explain howContinue reading “The mystery of the metallic manure.”

Publication, Prayer and Pilgrims.

The week after I publish a book is always strange and often, I mooch about the house, not quite knowing what to do with myself. In theory, I start the next book, but the time immediately before the publication date is so intense that I have to shake that off before I can think ofContinue reading “Publication, Prayer and Pilgrims.”

Bookshops

I suppose that there are people in the world who don’t like bookshops, in the same way as there are people who forget to eat lunch. I don’t recall having many conversations with such people, but that’s probably because the conversation was too short for recollection. Bookshops, which also serve lunch, or at the veryContinue reading “Bookshops”

Hot cars, hot pants and hot weather

July and August here have both challenges and delights. Pilgrims once confined to a narrow corridor through the old town now spill into every building that someone can convert into an albergue.Blocks of flats which stand partly empty through the winter months are full to bursting with city escapees who bought them for peanuts asContinue reading “Hot cars, hot pants and hot weather”