A few days after spotting the street sign bearing his name, Sant Narcís would assume greater importance in my life and the lives of my two travelling companions.
What occurs next is a slight timetable train smash. But that's okay, because you have handled such convergences before.
Next year, I will know that destemming all the grapes before drying them is absolutely essential. It avoids having to do what becomes a very picky job when the fruit has already dried. It also avoids eating most of the produce. As it is, I remove a stalk, and pop the raisin in my mouth. ... Continue Reading →
You can imagine me at my desk dressed in an old long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots, all of which became muddier as the day progressed.
There is something calming about watching the slow progress of grapes drying to form raisins, especially when I am all flushed in the evening from a four-kilometre walk in weather still too hot to give serious credence to the coming of autumn. Both such activities form a useful adjunct to my too busy mind, and... Continue Reading →
How readily we hurl words into the ether, without a care for where they land, or how they might later be retrieved!
Birdsong sounds my joy at this special moment when the day turns, for I have not yet uttered a sound in my solitude
There are a lot of empty houses in Portugal. Some of them have been like that for years; some of them are for sale. I pass several every day. This morning, however, I stopped and looked inside the yard of one such empty house. Well, blow me down if that's not an old Deutsche Post... Continue Reading →
Today's walk was fun. Carob harvest is in full swing, although many trees are not being harvested, as they once were, and much of the chatter amongst the three neighbours also walking today was about the stories so far this season. Carobs are not the only things ripening (strangely this year, with lingering green (but... Continue Reading →