year of the pig

We are now officially well into the Year of the Pig. And, frankly, if the Year of the Dog was a bitch, this year has already been a pig of a year. Back when I lived in Spain, pigs loomed large in my life. So here I’m just going to gather together some old blog … Continue reading “year of the pig”

autumn memories

Despite the glorious flowers still to be found in window boxes and tubs around the town, summer is officially over: the days have been getting shorter and Thursday was the Autumn Equinox. I think all the local churches have either had their harvest festival or have it scheduled for tomorrow and the thought of harvest … Continue reading “autumn memories”

of pigs and poetry

I took a new poem-in-progress into the writers’ group on Tuesday. Its title is La Matanza – the Spanish word for slaughter or massacre. It’s a piece that I’ve been intending to write ever since we bought the house in the village and were told the guy couldn’t come to prune the trees on the … Continue reading “of pigs and poetry”

harvest

I’ve mentioned before that there’s an old guy who keeps cerdos on the plot of land alongside the olivar. Just two pigs, each year: one for each of his daughters. I’ve started taking the windfalls across for them when I walk down to the village. When the guy isn’t there, I leave the bag by … Continue reading “harvest”

vivir de las rentas II

The real reason I started writing about tax returns earlier is because I saw an advert for the por tantos campaign on one of the web sites I visited this morning. That’s this year’s campaign to get people to tick the box on their declaración de la renta to give a contribution to the Catholic … Continue reading “vivir de las rentas II”