A version of this post was originally published in November 2011, when I first arrived in Catania. Two years on and November (up until the beginning of this week) had been milder and less blustery. The cold is beginning to … Continue reading
All men are equal before fish – Herbert Hoover I spent yesterday afternoon on the rocks. Literally. There’s a small, pebbly, black-sanded beach near me where I like to go on a sunny weekend afternoon. Four harpoon fishermen snorkelled about … Continue reading
Waves crash and a faint thrumming passes through the soles of my shoes. Black basalt rocks split grey-green water, revealing its bright opaque turquoise heart. A second later, and it is frothy white, erupting over the top of the front … Continue reading
(This post was written a while ago, but I forgot to publish it at the time. Sorry about that. I’m catching up slowly.) All I’m aware of is a look of gape-mouthed horror on Liv’s face. However, apparently she just … Continue reading
The road is flanked with bulrushes ten foot high. It reminds me of when I was a child and used to play in the maize fields. We weren’t supposed to do it, but we’d run in, breathless with terror, chasing … Continue reading
You can’t really better a sunny, Sunday afternoon on the beach. Well, unless, of course, you add beer, scrabble, and driftwood that looks like childhood memories. All images by Kate Bailward
These four cackled their way the full length of the beach and back again. Beachcombers When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way … Images by Kate Bailward
‘… la bimba?‘ I look up. There’s a two year old in a pink bikini standing in front of me with an enquiring look on her face. I realise too late that she was asking me a question. I have … Continue reading
I have just over a week left in Salento. I’ve taught my final classes and now have lots of external exams to do, but already the air is more relaxed around here. 32 degree heat and sunning myself on the … Continue reading
The first thing you notice is the smell. It’s strong, and not entirely pleasant, although not disgusting either, so long as you don’t breathe it in too deeply. It’s the smell of salt water and fish guts, with a … Continue reading
