I have just been tended to by a tree surgeon. Yes, me, not our olives.It was a significant relief, a comprehensive sensory hour very well-spent (again) up the hill in the village.Well, I needed it: Sinusitis...

Joe and Michael, two wise and wonderfully enthusiastic retired entomologists from the University of Illinois, came to our Priorat farm twelve years ago. They set traps in four remote places on the Serra...

The moon is a balloon, porc senglar may fly, the Earth is flat (there are some who genuinely believe that to be true), and 2019 will see humanity pull out of its tailspin.Ecology, democracy, tolerance...

Time will tell if I can keep on keeping on, but my weekly 2019 podcasts have begun. Whether it is just me or you share my sense that this year will be defining in a fistful of ways, I have resolved to...

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...