Like God with Adam, we will take the ribs
Yesterday I did an unforgivable thing. I mentioned ‘Forest of Books’ and did not pursue this. I know you. Well, I know some of you. And the you I know will have spent a night in torment wondering what is this. I have images of great buildings full of books. Possibly concrete structures in town squares with ready tomes and papery ecstasy available wherever you turn. I think that would be nice. Naming streets after Sherlock Holmes is a step forward. The promised theatrical performances and workshops sound promising so lets hope. We are off on the A-330. It is one of those Spanish roads which have been bypassed by a motorway but has been straightened, cut and made fit for purpose. We are going along, through the scrub, our way marked by suddenly groupings of industry. For example, Fran Electronic will repair vehicles. A year ago Milagros said ‘Good service, kindness, professionalism and excellent work.’ Nearby is Jolotrae. They repair vehicl...