Just found a file full of stories written when I was in Morocco. Lots more to come.
Just reading through the reams of stuff I have written about the Lecrin Valley and Saleres in particular. I will add an article every so ofter, today it is ‘The Limonero,’ where my Spanish neighbours give me the benefit of their combined wisdom as to the planting of a lemon tree. I’ve never been so confused in my life!
A bit about teaching English in the Poetry section also.
What strange weather we’re having. yesterday on the beach in a T-shirt and today it’s brass monkeys’. I have been using Google voice and it appears that they have a recognition system that can pinpoint accents. The first time I used it i must have been a little irate as I was using me Sawf London accent and now the thing won’t recognize anything unless I lapse into the vernacular. If I use the Queen’s English it gives some hilarious suggestions. They may be the source of my next article. Also it refuses to understand me when I speak Spanish which has dented my confidence no end. It keeps telling me that I like Chicago, for some obscure reason, no matter what question I ask it.
Bit by bit I’m finding my way around the site. let me know if you have any suggestions.
OK, all those of you out there who know me and want to know what I was thinking (when I was actually thinking,) here is what was going through my mind, either then or later.
A shot of where it all happens, or not, depending on a million other things that have to be done yesterday.
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