I’ve started learning Spanish once again
I took it at ‘A’ Level back at school
In ’81 we minibused round Spain
In ’82 myself and Andrew Bull
Stayed on the Costa Brava - not too cool
But Barcelona was within our reach -
Since then my Spanish has gone off the boil
It’s fallen off, an apathetic leech
But now I hear the call of blood and beach
Of sun and cathedrals, green hills and rain
I’ve drawn up rough plans for two weeks’ travel
From Biarritz to Porto, with the peach
Being Santiago, and Madrid when
I’m heading that way. Cielo azul…
Tue 1 Sept
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