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A jolly good chap

Maggie's pal, Señora Bromfield, loaned us a book, written in 1955 and presented to her by the Reverend Mother of the covent school in Kidderminster where she worked.

The book is by a chap called Henry Vollam Morton and it details his wanderings in Spain presumably in the early 1950s. It's all about oxen and donkeys working the fields, señoritas with flashing dark eyes, the value of honest toil, gazing in rapture on works of art, the links between the English royals and Spanish nobility and finding traces of Don Quijote everywhere. As modern travel books go it's a complete anachronism with no political analysis whatsoever in a country that was basically starving to death as he motored through it. 

Mind you it was also spellbinding stuff. I notice it's still in print so other people must have found it interesting too.


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