We have spent days helping to clear the little farmhouse on the hill. Chattels and wares have been draining from it for days, one car-load at a time, the parting painfully long.It has been a lighthouse,...

A true story for 5 to 105-year olds, to take us away from the exhausting human race for a vital moment.Once upon a time there was a very sad fruit.It was a very pretty and unusual fruit in the shape of...

I need the beautiful game. More so now than ever. As I write this, on May 13th, I am somewhat exhausted having just watched Levante justifiably end Barça’s unbeaten run. But there is still so much still...

I am, in a fundamental way, powerless. As a British passport holder who has resided in Catalonia for more than 15 years I have no electoral rights anywhere, save choosing my Priorat village council. The...

April is my life-change month.I married my partner Maggie on Sant Jordi, 25 years ago this year. Words will never sum up how significant and profoundly emotional the day of roses and books is to me for...

I am a damn fool. I should have recorded her words. Noela, the mother of one of our dearest friends, has died. She is a case in point, one uncomfortably close to home, of why we simply must find a way.Widow...

We weaved down the mountain roads to the sea today, on a mission, four adults and one nine-year-old girl. I can barely type this because my hands are still so cold; almost as cold as my spirits. But I...