Indian summer in an Andalucian pueblo
A violent storm one night last week had the pueblo thinking summer was finally over. It’s been so searingly hot for months there were those of us who breathed a … Continue reading
Christmas ain’t over till the bag lady sings
The festive season in Spain just keeps on giving. Even when you fall to your knees begging it to stop. Here in sleepy old Conil de la Frontera, January 5th … Continue reading
Hurrah for the Blackshirts!
It Can’t Happen Here On the morning of April 9th 1940 mum’s cousin, Bjørg, got out of bed to celebrate her eleventh birthday. That wasn’t the only event to make the … Continue reading
A morning stroll about an Andalusian fishermen’s barrio
The higgledy-piggledy piles of old houses hugging the hillside to the north of Conil de la Frontera is known as the barrio de Pescadores; the fishermen’s quarter. Lying just beyond the old … Continue reading
Guardian hack trolls his own readers
Not content with the mobs of vacuous trolls funded by various British intelligence agencies constantly at each other’s throats in its comments sections, it appears the Guardian is now employing … Continue reading
The Guardian weaves tangled web pages
My grandfather originated from Hammerfest in Norway. Once renowned for being the northernmost town in the world, the fact he was born there doesn’t cut much ice with anyone beyond … Continue reading
Recollections of my Father
AT SOME POINT in the 1950s, to the excitement of my three sisters and I, Dad ordered Woman’s Weekly magazine to be delivered to our house each Wednesday. We soon learned it … Continue reading
Shaun Walker renews MH17 propaganda offensive
This article also appears in Off-Guardian. An abridged version appears in Russia Insider. With the shadow of nuclear war looming it becomes even more crucial to focus the spotlight on … Continue reading
At the End of Tobago Street
GAIL WOULD NEVER FORGET the moment she first saw Howard. Something about him insisted itself on her consciousness in a way she’d never known. Without needing so much as an introduction she … Continue reading
A few days in … Sevilla
“Where there’s a church there’s going to be a pub,” my father used to say, driving us home from Sunday afternoon outings in the countryside. He would scan the horizon … Continue reading
Sunny May days in Conil, Andalusia
Yesterday morning I strolled from the market to the river, on the south side of town taking in the sights, sounds and scents of May along the way. What seemed … Continue reading
Bryan Hemming 