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Travel Memories 4: Granada

Flamenco in the afternoon.

The reason I went to Granada was to see the Alhambra, the Moorish palace/fortress. Checking online just now to date the Alhambra (largely 13th and 14th centuries), I see that these days (well, pre-pandemic) the site is so popular you must book timed tickets in advance; in 1992, I simply walked up from town when the mood took me. I wandered the back streets of the old town, stopped for tapas and sherry, listened to guitar and ‘canto jondo’. I strolled around the Generalife Gardens, where there always seemed to be the sound of water — gurgling, trickling, tumbling water. And I marvelled at the flamenco. Not paid performances or professionals, these were ordinary men and women, in jeans and skirts, having a great time dancing in tents set up in the streets. Some of the women wore elaborate (and heavy!) dresses. The makeshift tent floors vibrated and rang with the stamping of people’s feet, mothers danced with young children, and girls in their own ruffled dresses looked on hopefully from the sidelines. It was totally unexpected, and quite stupendous.

Travel Memories: a single photo from a trip — one that always makes me smile, or reflect, or want to go back.


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Six covers in search of a novel

I’ve stopped writing novels for a while, but I’ve not stopped thinking about ideas for novels. ‘In Your Sights’ is the only one I am seriously considering, and my editor keeps urging me to stop considering and start writing! If nothing else, they give me an excuse to present six unrelated photographs in a, ahem, ‘novel’ way!

A serial rapist; a secret lover; a cyber stalker who posts disturbing photographs online. And a woman who must distinguish friend from enemy before she becomes the next victim. (photo: Cockatoo Island, Sydney)

A serial rapist; a secret lover; a cyber stalker who posts disturbing photographs online. And a woman who must distinguish friend from enemy before she becomes the next victim. (photo: Cockatoo Island, Sydney)

In the sequel to my novel “Too Close”, Greg’s mother Mona is forced to confront her past when a young woman appears, claiming to be the baby Mona abandoned at birth. (photo: fallen memorial, Waverley Cemetery, Sydney)

In the sequel to my novel Too Close, Greg’s mother Mona is forced to confront her past when a young woman appears and claims to be the baby Mona abandoned at birth. (photo: fallen memorial, Waverley Cemetery, Sydney)

My memoirs. (photo: Chitwan, Nepal, sunrise)

My memoirs. (photo: Chitwan, Nepal, sunrise)

A group of marine scientists charters a tall ship for a mission in the Indian Ocean. Only two people survive a vicious attack by pirates: Dr Miranda Flemming, head of the research team; Matt Smythe-Rogers, head of the security team. They are drawn to each other; they despise each other; to survive in a life raft on the open ocean until a friendly ship finds them, they have no choice but to rely on each other.(photo: INS Sudarshini, sunrise, off the coast India)

A group of marine scientists charters a tall ship for a mission in the Indian Ocean. Only two people survive a vicious attack by pirates: Dr Miranda Flemming, head of the research team; Matt Smythe-Rogers, head of the security team. They are drawn to each other; they despise each other; to survive in a life raft on the open ocean until a friendly ship finds them, they have no choice but to rely on each other. (photo: INS Sudarshini, sunrise, off the coast of India)

As a girl, Eva dreamed of being the world’s most famous flamenco dancer. As a woman, she will sacrifice everything to fulfill her desires. (photo: Granada, Spain)

As a girl, Eva dreamed of being the world’s most famous flamenco dancer. As a woman, she will sacrifice everything to fulfill her desires. (photo: Granada, Spain)

Light, amusing chick-lit about the ups and downs of a woman who owns a flower shop, and her search for True Love. (photo: my Osteospermums again!)

Light, amusing chick-lit about the ups and downs of a woman who owns a flower shop, and her search for True Love. (photo: my Osteospermums again!)