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Farming in Southern Spain: The Bee loud Glade

Posted by: puebloman on May 23, 2015

Spanish Law and “The customs of the Pueblo”

Posted by: puebloman on March 20, 2015

Chefchaouen and the gentle art of Haggling

Posted by: puebloman on October 21, 2014

Postcard from the Axarquia

Posted by: puebloman on February 17, 2014

Fishy business 4

Posted by: puebloman on November 25, 2009

Bloody foreigners

Posted by: puebloman on March 24, 2009

British immigrants 1: the “Guiri”

Posted by: puebloman on March 11, 2009

Our New Life

Posted by: puebloman on January 14, 2009

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Farming in Southern Spain: The Bee loud Glade May 23, 2015
I will arise and go now, And go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, Of clay and wattles made. Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee loud glade. (from “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” by William Butler Yeats 1888) Oh what a […]
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Dogging in England, dogging in Spain May 6, 2015
The Cat will mew, and Dog will have his day (Hamlet 1602 Shakespeare) Let us bang these dogs of Sevil, These children of the devil! For I never turned my back upon Dog or devil yet! (“The revenge”, 1878 Tennyson) When I was a child we weren’t allowed a dog. Every so often I’d suggest one. Mum would […]
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Spanish Law and “The customs of the Pueblo” March 19, 2015
There are no police in Cútar so you had better get on with your neighbours. Cútar can’t afford a policeman, so it will be your neighbours and their neighbours who will say what goes and what doesn’t go, who’s in the right and who is in the wrong and whether or not you are a nice person. Offend […]
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Chefchaouen and the gentle art of Haggling October 21, 2014
When I was very young and lived in Portsmouth, me and mum would go to Charlotte Street market when she wasn’t at work or being a post-war housewife, and insult the market traders. She took me to the market to show me what would happen to me if I didn’t work hard at school. Mum […]
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Chefchaouen, a long weekend in the Blue City of Morocco October 10, 2014
In 1970 I was an officer under training in the Royal Navy. In my second year I was posted to HMS Eagle, docked at Gibraltar for refit. Gibraltar is the Croydon of the Costa del Sol, boring as hell and remarkable only for duty-free fags. The captain decided to send us on “exped”. We […]
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Mangoes at the Mayorista September 18, 2014
According to Keats, September is the season of “Mists and mellow fruitfulness”. Not here in the Axarquia though, where we small farmers dream every night of mists and mellowness. Any time of year will do. Now in September we are experiencing the worst drought in 150 years and the hills, usually green all through the […]
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Almond time August 20, 2014
We are bringing in the summer fruit, Summer harvest, like the winter harvest reminds me of childhood Christmases in England. Our fig trees are heavy with higos, the second crop. These figs are the little sweet fruit, very different from the fat watery brevas of spring. Judy sterilizes them in boiling water for a few seconds, […]
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Hill farming in southern Spain – Gallina Piñeira – a new race of chicken July 18, 2014
I thought you’d like to see these baby chickens. A month ago I ordered two dozen fertile eggs from Lugo in Galicia, north west Spain. They arrived the following day, 27 eggs packed tight in sawdust. I set 24 in an incubator, 5 were clear (unfertilised) and from the remaing 19, 14 hatched. Piñeira are […]
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Wonderful carob July 8, 2014
In 1974, at the beginning of my working life, I joined something called a “co-operative” , based in Kentish Town. It was run by an elderly (we thought so anyway – he was in his 30’s) American gentleman who described himself as a Maoist. He paid University graduates £6 per week – but only if […]
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The little shops of Velez – Malaga April 21, 2014
I grew up In Portsmouth in the 1950’s. In those days on each of the four corners of the street square was a shop – usually a family grocer. There you could buy everything you needed to live a respectable English life. Tea, butter, sliced bread from the “aerated” bread company (ABC), marmite, cabbage, smoked […]
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Posts Tagged ‘Ex-pat life’

Farming in Southern Spain: The Bee loud Glade

Spanish Law and “The customs of the Pueblo”

Chefchaouen and the gentle art of Haggling

Postcard from the Axarquia

Fishy business 4

Bloody foreigners

British immigrants 1: the “Guiri”

Our New Life

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