The Spanish cat lady

There are a few cats near to where we are staying in Luarca, mainly scrawny looking bags of bones. They are fed each day by our neighbour, an elderly lady with a warm smile. She puts out cat biscuits and milk for them, with the occasional leftovers. One particularly scrawny cat has had two kittens […]

The Journey

Previously. Flew from Doncaster to Alicante. Plane full of blinged up, heavily tattooed, alcohol fuelled people, each trying to out shout the other. All bound for an all inclusive holiday on the Costas. They went one way, we went the other, to La Herradura. Small town in a bay, low built Parador hotel on one […]