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A weekend of goat-herding, donkey-walking and flamenco in the Axarquía
A weekend of goat-herding, donkey-walking and flamenco in the Axarquía

A weekend of goat-herding, donkey-walking and flamenco in the Axarquía

Just before lockdown, back in February when the first few cases of Covid-19 had been identified here in Seville but life was still normal, we took a weekend trip down to the Axarquía region of Malaga province. Little did we…

A family weekend in Granada – Part I
A family weekend in Granada – Part I

A family weekend in Granada – Part I

 Living in a city as beautiful as Seville, it’s easy to become complacent. With characteristics alarmingly similar to a Sevillano’s, displaying that inward-looking attitude that so disturbs me, I have actually started to believe this is the most wondrous city…

Moved by mountains: a trip across the High Alpujarras
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),…