Who would have chickens? I went in to change the two water drinkers, add some corn to the feeder, and chuck some greens down. Of course, it’s not helped by having to negotiate past a Land Rover, a Land Rover roof on its side, and a bucket of sand strategically placed between the two. Anyway […]Read Post ›
We missed the local village fair this year. It happens around the end of June. Sometimes it coincides with our birthdays, this year it didn’t – fortunately, and we cleared off to Gib for the weekend of the feria to avoid the noise. Spanish fairs are quite a novelty to start with. But after a […]Read Post ›
We like olives. We have tried lots of types and I have even done my own. Didn’t put enough salt in if I have to be honest. Not for the flavour – but the preservation – so they weren’t firm enough. Adelina unhelpfully told me this after the event when I moaned saying mine had […]Read Post ›
Being a considerate sort of woman, I always try and stop and take photos of Land Rovers for Land Rover Obsessed Partner to see. Naturally there are lots in Gibraltar. Usually with an MOD reg. So I took a couple of snaps as I was walking towards the frontier. “WOULD PEDESTRIANS KEEP WALKING AND NOT […]Read Post ›
The great thing about having two places is that I have two lots of neighbours to gossip about. And in a block of flats there are lots of them. Like the guy upstairs who decided to start partying at 6am one Sunday morning with some fairly grotty music. It’s not always the loudness of the […]Read Post ›
Here is another Gibpic. I mean Alcatraz. I am slightly racked off. A friend of many years sent me a postcard. She had been to Alcatraz and said it reminded her of Gibraltar. “Rocks, military buildings, guns etc,” she wrote. I haven’t been to Alcatraz. As far as I am aware it is an island. […]Read Post ›
On hols. Back later. Weather nice.
When we first arrived here, Adelina next-door would regularly give us tasty samplings of the local food. She is not a brilliant international chef, but she is a great local cook and wherever possible cooks using seasonal produce and as cheaply as possible. I’ve learned a lot from her. So one Sunday, after we had […]Read Post ›
Whenever you enter somewhere in Spain – shop, bank, water office, even the local bus stop – there is always a queue. It’s not obvious of course. Oh no. It’s not one of those British taily things (Spanish for queue is una cola – a tail), it’s an imperceptible thing. After all, why would you […]Read Post ›
