Tag: Andalucia
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Hello, January
New Years Eve Despite my best intentions, the festive red knickers that I’d ear marked for last night’s celebrations never did make it out of the knicker draw. Neither did I get round to making the lentil stew and, worst of all, the lucky twelve grapes assigned to each of us for the chimes at […]
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Caper Diem
I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. What other catchy title could I use for a post about capers? Just Capers sounded really boring, Caper-bility Brown was the wrong colour and Tossing The Caper sounded a bit rude. Enough of that, let’s seize the capers and get on with this post. Rather like the salt cod that […]
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Reportage From The Groves
I’ve had a fancy to try my hand at vlogging for some time. Ages in fact. With this in mind, and the fact that I’m going to be in front of the camera, I took a long, hard look at myself in the mirror. My roots need re-doing, my eyebrows need plucking but without doubt […]
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Linoleum Lottie
Here are a couple of lino cut prints that I’ve made this week; inspired by the house and the countryside around me. They are a work in progress as I’m new to lino (apart from scrubbing floors!) but hopefully practice will make perfect.
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Busy With The Pooper Scooper
Just as Irishman and I had finally got some semblance of order back in our lives, there was a knock at the door. Stood on the doorstep was my dear friend Mo with a tiny puppy in her arms. The little scrap was crawling in fleas and shivering. Over night some callous person had dumped […]
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Donkey Xote
An interesting feature of our sitting room and also something of a talking point, are the 6-inch long wooden penises that protrude suggestively from the back wall. These phallic oddities may seem incongruous surrounded by the paraphernalia of Casa Nevin but they, along with the remnants of a swallow’s nest are a reminder that until […]
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Un Paseo Con Colin
I’m writing this post in bed. Hidden from view underneath the duvet is my companion, Colin Snout. He’s snoring loudly and I am watching the covers as they rise and fall to the rhythm of his breathing and the odd wriggle as he dreams his doggy dreams. I can’t help but smile; Irishman would be […]
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Fairies & Cherries
The wait is over. Blossom has turned to fruit and the cherry harvest has begun. The trees are so laden with their scarlet bounty that the boughs are sagging under the weight. The ladies in the village have been making all sorts of cherry treats, cakes, desserts, jams, and pastries. They’ve even held a competition […]
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