I am a donkey. I live with my donkey son Morris and my donkey friend Matilde (who has a daughter Aitana who is a bit of a silly horse) on a donkey farm called El Parral in the mountains near Benidorm, the capital of Spain. We have a Peasant who looks after us: he brings our food, sweeps up, does odd jobs, and helps put on our Santa hats for the annual Christmas photo (as we can't put them on ourselves.) Once every eight years I bray. The other donkeys bray too often: if you don't have anything new to say, I can't see the point.
The classic European cycling tours this summer have been great to watch, mainly because a new generation of young bike riders have come through and they have brought unpredictability into the equation. Gone are the days when companies run by billionaires could open their wallets and throw an eye-watering amount of sponsorship at a cycle … More When everything is ‘iconic’ nothing is iconic
Happy Feast of the Assumption, 15th August 2022 from Matilde and Rubí… …Morris and Aitana …and our Peasant Solemnidad de la Asunción de la bienaventurada Virgen María, Madre de nuestro Dios y Señor Jesucristo, que, acabado el curso de su vida en la tierra, fue elevada en cuerpo y alma a la gloria de los … More Feliz fiesta de Santa María
The Rubí Tuesday blogue The Tour de France finished on Sunday evening so we had to wait nearly an hour for our feed. The Peasant turned up in his cycling clothing. He had been lounging in front of the TV all day drinking beer and watching the bike race on Eurosport. “Oh well,” he announced, … More The end of the summer
Rubí writes her Tuesday blogue I have spent the past eleven years being mostly bewildered. There was a Peasant who came to visit Matilde and me every weekend in the stables at Parcent, bringing carrots. We had not seen carrots before. Then one day we were loaded into señor Campo Gandara’s horsebox and we were … More Beyond Bewilderment
Rubí Tuesday Blogue. “Look at them mountain goats,” I said to Matilde. We had finished our breakfast straw and were gazin across the valley watchin a family of long-horned mountain goats ascendin the vertical face of the rock opposite El Parral. “How can they go up a vertical rock-face like that?” asked Matilde. “You wouldn’t … More Climate change: considerin the goats in the coal mine
Equus Asinus 