Me, I’ve never been to Albacete. Well, there’s a lot of places in this old withering world I’ve never been, but anyway; Albacete is one of them. And maybe I’ll never go there.
In Denmark frogs have not always been really so very popular. Well, except Kermit the Muppet, of course. But it was never so hot to eat Kermit’s hind legs, as they do in France.
Our Danish contributor, Jes Rasmussen, wrote for the April edition of the Seaside Gazette, printed copy, about the arrival of refugees… with their pets.
Standing at the zinc bar at my humble, favourite, morning-coffee, brewer’s place in Costa Granada, I do my best to have a conversation with my fellow coffee drinkers.
Animal Farm is here. Not George Orwell’s political pigs, horses and hounds, but all kinds of little krible-krable creatures and maybe the occasional bird.
I love beginnings. Endings and what comes in between, I’m not too keen on. Beginnings are the best. We’re talking books here, not lives or love affairs. Well, maybe the very short love affairs but certainly not life.
(COE22) Late in the evening on Tuesday 13th of February the Danish prince consort, Prins Henrik, died in Fredensborg Castle after a period of severe illness.