A Writer’s Day in the Med
Actually, not a bit like home!
When I’m here I wake up at my usual time – 5am – and promptly go to sleep again.
I wake again when the ferry trundles past at 7.30 am

Who needs an alarm clock!
Shower and a brisk walk up and down hills that rival any Yorkshire has to offer for freshly baked croissants and a roll of bread for lunch – and back again to sit here looking out across the harbour as I drink yet another cup of coffee and slowly start to put my brain in gear – and sometimes I just never make it!
Yeah, I wish!
Join me in the kitchen tomorrow – you know you want to ![]()
I’ll be visiting the local markets for fish and the local speciality, escalivada – which I’ll knock up right here
Hasta Manana, Senoras y Senoritas!
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