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…
Up close and personal with the birds
Spring is here in Seville – which means warm days, mild evenings, the smell of orange blossom, and a succession of large-scale events revolving around passion, death and debauchery. Many people will be watching the Semana Santa processions over the…
Want: 9 things I’d quite like, er, please
I’m not that active in the mummy blogging sphere, although there are a few Spanish or travel-themed ones which I read regularly. So when I saw that fellow ex-Londoner, adoptive-Andalucian Bibsey Mama had tagged me in a meme, under her section heading…
How I know it’s spring
So spring started at 6.14am last Tuesday. Here’s how I know my favourite season of the year here in Seville has arrived. It’s all about smells, sounds and colour. Flowers: sweet-scented blossom everywhere – azahar, the orange blossom with pretty white…
How green is your posada?
You may remember that a few months ago we had a short (overnight) visit to a small hilltown in Cadiz – Cortes de la Frontera. We stayed in a cosy little town house, and went for some excellent family walks, which…