Time In The Hills Of al-Andalus, Monday


I took the early morning flight to Malaga. Nick and Renu met me at the airport. We drank coffee, added my name to the list of authorised drivers of the rented car and drove to Torre de Mar. At La Mata on the Autovia de Mediterraneo we turned right and headed towards Torre de Mar.…

Time In The Hills Of al-Andalus – Sunday


My daughter wrote from El Canuelo, near Periana, in the hills above Malaga. “Just waking up from a lovely deep sleep and from my bed I can see the pinky orange of the morning horizon, stretching over the blue and sleepy valley. Not yet fully light at 8 o’ clock. No sound apart from a few birds…