An English woman's voyage into the virgin and somewhat bizarre Spain of 1950 and her double life existence between the UK and Catalunya until the present day.
The local characters, obscure Spanish laws, evening folk dances, a family run hotel, stray dogs, Catalan nationalists, the plumber, the butcher and the baker all take their part in a cacophony of unpredictable philosophising.
Still writing at 92 years of age...
The Cat, Some Seeds and Fifteen Books
Memoirs / Travel / History
We lived all those years, and most of our family still live, in this top right-hand corner of the peninsula which is Catalonia. The years have brought changes of course, and we curse and rejoice all in one breath as the inevitable progress occurs. In fact a suitable sub-title to these impressions of sixty intermittent years here would be ‘All the reasons why we live in Catalonia and sometimes wish we’d never set eyes on the place but wouldn’t go away if they paid us’