I have been visiting Southern Spain since the late 90s, when Marbella was still ritzy and I was splashing my pesetas on paint-splattered bellbottom jeans. Much like my style (thankfully), the area has changed a lot since then, and Malaga has been at the heart of a cultural renaissance. Here are four reasons why the city has won me over in the last few years.
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Tumble.
Tumble. Every week he would arm me with the same headphones and a new track of calming. The voice would resonate within my ear, encasing all air beneath the padded earpiece as it commanded, twisting feathery wisps along my ear canal, shuddering the eardrum, dispatching its schemes right into my inner ear. His legs […]
The Hemingway Day. Hide.
Having spent the past hour dithering between Wimbledon watching, work and this blog post, I am struggling to find more words than the six below. Welcome to The Hemingway Day… Hide. The wind disguised his skulking inside. Thanks to The Daily Post for the photo prompt this week, here are some other photos of doors.
Who's the fairest?
Day 17 of photography101… “glass”. Who’s the fairest? Despite the 24 carat hue in the distance, the darkness was coming.
Echo.
Today’s Photography101 task… to capture ‘Bliss’. Echo. The silent canyon captured every grinding footstep and threw them back with avidity.
Ruin.
Day fourteen saw a second instalment in a tale of lost and found, today is the final piece… Ruin. The heat was radiating from every angle of the landscape, smearing the view in the distance, adding to the blurred state of Laura’s mind. The past hour was the longest yet, her wristwatch ticks were amplified […]
Hunger.
The first writing challenge of this week has asked me to describe someone that has entered my life in the last year. I didn’t even have to ever interact with this little gem for him to set up camp in the back of my head, he was waiting to be released… I was dunking […]
Monday Muse. I Seem to Have Misplaced My Clothes.
To the left of me a man peeled the last of his clothing from his tough tanned skin and stretched as though he’d been hankering for this freedom his entire life. To my right sat a group of women in their 60’s, ordering drinks and leaning over tables of tapas, skimming the food with unclad body […]
Day 46.
That little ray of sunshine shimmering across my iPad is entirely indicative of the slice of summertime we have just booked. Isn’t it oh such a bore and a chore when your relatives live on foreign soil and you simply must go and visit them? Hooray for holidays. #100happydays #day46