A small set of snaps taken during the past 10 days.
This is the village of Gojar lying in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. Gojar is the neighbouring village of Ogijares where I am staying.
A view of part of the Saromonte, Granada.
The Alhambra from the Sacromonte
Tonight, in a bar in La Zubia, I shall impart my 1,114th English class. That means that in little under two and a half years I have given, on average, 455.72 classes a year, 37.97 classes a month, 8.8
an extract from my forthcoming book, 'The Cats of the River Darro' Dead? Dead at fifty? I can't believe it. It's not fair! Why's it not fair then? Fifty's a good innings. It's more than I give most pe
I used to teach a girl named Isabel. One day, shortly after we'd finished our series of classes, she got onto my bus but it turned out the girl wasn't Isabel at all. Oddly, over the next few days, I k
