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A SUNNY READ FOR A SHADY DAY. CONFESSIONS FROM A SPANISH INQUISITION. AN UNRELIABLE MEMOIR... "Very witty, and great descriptive prowess." An extract from a 5 Star review on Amazon Spain.

'February arrived coldly. For the first time in Spain I could see my breath. The boys at our door stamped their feet and rubbed their hands, snatching at their bottles of firewater. We ate bubbling stews as did Cheetah who ventured no further than the sofa. The old men who strolled the square were bundled up in coats and scarves by solicitous wives and there was even feverish talk of unprecedented ice in the fountain; midnight-ice which somebody had seen but nobody could remember who. A watch was posted but the fountain refused to re-freeze and the story remained mere rumour. A week later the cold snap ended.

Next on our sight-seeing agenda was Antequera, proclaimed by one of Angel's pamphlets to be the 'Heart of Andalusia`. It was a justifiable boast. Antequera seemed to have gathered all of the historic and cultural scraps left over once Granada had filled her belly and made quite a feast of them. They are both products of quarrelsome upbringings, but if Granada has become exquisitely demure, collegiate and somewhat smug, Antequera is the tomboy sister, ignoring her own good looks, skinning her shins and getting on with life.'

Sandcastles in Spain is a whimsical look at three years of an aspirant writer caught on the horns of artistic procrastination and ex-pat mores. It is also the result of a man conceding to his limitations whilst trying to produce something readable to others before a future involving hover cars.