Four years have passed remarkably quickly, but today our old life in the UK seems more remote than ever. We have encountered and assimilated, overcome or accepted the Spanish way of doing things and are totally settled in as ex-pat residents. A couple of weeks ago I was out on the Plaza de las Tres Culturas with local Partido Andalucista activists gathering signatures on a petition to the government in Madrid demanding a priority programme to address the horrendous level of unemployment in Andalucía, especially among young people. At the moment I am in the throes of preparing, with three friends, for a forthcoming exhibition of our paintings in the cultural centre in the village. It is my first exhibition, and so an exciting prospect.
Regrets? None that I can think of.