A Rainy Day out in the mountains

We always celebrate birthdays in our house, sometimes extending the celebration over days or even a week. Small pleasures have replaced expensive gifts. A day at the beach or in the mountains, an enjoyable meal out. Time to read books or do jigsaws, and eat chocolate or treats — anything that breaks up our normalContinue reading “A Rainy Day out in the mountains”

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.”