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Moved by mountains: a trip across the High Alpujarras

Moved by mountains: a trip across the High Alpujarras

I’ve always had a thing about mountains. As a child, we spent a week in the Highlands of Scotland every summer. Idyllic memories of rambling over heather-covered moors, clambering up massive grey lichen-kissed boulders, splashing about in ice-cold burns (streams),…

A feast of tuna in Conil

As a foodie living in Andalucia, and writing about its manifold gastronomic delights and attractions, experiences and peculiarities for visitors, I am regaled with missionary fervour about everyone’s must-tries – from sweet, nutty jamon iberico (Iberian ham – no chance, I’m a…

A meeting of minds and Moorish magnificence by moonlight

When you work from home, as I do, Social Media isn’t just for watching hilarious viral videos of animals falling off bicycles, comparing notes about X Factor, and poring over photos of your friends’ kids. It’s a lifeline to other, like-minded people…

Suffolk: den-building, bunny-hugging and crab-catching

Reader, forgive me, it has been more than four weeks since my last blog post… A terrible sin in the blogging world, I know – my excuses are: travel, family, being abroad and getting mercilessly harassed by my children to…

Spain’s last untouched wilderness: a visit to Doñana National Park

Many years ago, in my first year here in Seville, my brother and his wife and family – two small boys – came to visit. They spent some time at the beach, and one day we all took a boat trip from…

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