short stories, comment, articles, humour and photography
When it gets too hot in the province of Cádiz wiser heads take to the city. Cádiz is full of shady lanes and alleys harbouring little bars and restaurants. Here the sun’s burning rays and sweltering cannot penetrate the shadows too deeply. And if it does get a tad too hot, you can always go for a dip in the sea at the beach where the locals congregate to cool off, known as La Caleta. With its strangely Victorian feel, those familiar with old-fashioned, English, seaside resorts might feel quite at home. The fish and fruit market is worth a visit. On one side of the market, the old collonade that runs round the main building now houses a plethora of small bars serving a large variety of tapas and drinks. I suppose I ought to shut up now and let the photos speak for themselves.
To write about my memories, past and present
An exploration into understanding the complexities of the Chemical Age, the Synthetic Chemical Revolution, and the toxins that impact us all
Singer Songwriter / Writer / Outsider/Vocal Animateur/Poet/Performer/ Learning Gardener/Ducker & Diver| Lover of Nature|Clown|Snapper of pics since 1968|Mother of Sam & Kasia xx/Aunt to Sacha/Lover of sea & sky, trees and The River Thames|Confused by Human Beings?| Almost given up| ? NO!
Une fois. Encore.
Public interest issues, policy, equality, human rights, social science, analysis
Hold your verve
More Coyotes than Wolves
My journey into sketching and drawing in and around Jimena de la Frontera, Andalucia
Where mainstream media fears to tread