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Wishing all my fellow writers, followers and friends a Merry Christmas and  Happy and Peaceful New year.  May it be filled with cheer and good writing.

Well the first part of Christmas here has passed, now comes New Year then the Three Kings. All of which means the Christmas decorations are still up and the festivities continue.  So I thought you might like to see the lights in town.

The Lights in Town

The effect is a very pretty display, but as always there was a sting in the tail. When I arrived to take the photos it was late at night which was what I wanted as I thought there would be less traffic.  Wrong!! the moment I got the camera out the world and its mother turned up headlights blazing so these are the best ones I hope you enjoy.

The Car Light ones….


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These are the lights that wander round our local town. All over there are villages and towns decked out and they stay like this until the 8th of January, then as if by magic, they are gone, not to be seen until next Christmas.  Catalunia may be having problems but the spirit of Christmas is kept going strong.

BON NADAL i FELIC NOU ANY     Soc Michael Douglas Bosc – Author



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This time of year sees the local towns and villages having their Christmas Fairs, Tivissa is no exception. So last Saturday evening  we set off for the town. When we arrived we found a parking spot and followed the sound of children singing until we reached the old part of the town.  Here the narrow streets were packed with various stalls selling christmas decorations, perfumes and soaps as well as pottery, wines, cheese and other food goodies.  But it was as we entered one of the squares that the smell of christmas hit us  Freshly baked bread and local sweat meats, Michael had to drag me past but I got my way when we passed the square as we left.  Michael was a happy bunny he found a Barcelona grotto with the La Lega and Champions Cup had his picture taken as well.

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It was a wonderful evening lifted our spirits and we saw quite a few of our Petanca friends.  I bought some wine, bread and goats cheese.  But the best part was when we were directed to the church by one of our friends to listen to a children’s  choir and orchestra. Trying to describe it is difficult but their rendering of various songs in both Catalan and English brought tears of joy to my eyes and it was very hard NOT to sing along  a truly wonderful evening hope you enjoy the pictures.


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Mora L’Nova

Sunday found us just across the river at Mora l’Nova’s Christmas fair  it was here that we saw their King and his two helpers giving presents to the children and taking and placing the children’s wish letters in a large post box to send to Santa.  Here because there was a large Moorish population before El Cid, they use the Three Wise Men (Kings) as Santas and celebrate the 6th of January as the day they say the three Kings gave their presents to Jesus.  So there is a lot of tradition here and in the large community hall there were baton twirlers and drummers marching round the stalls escorting the King and his helpers to the stage.  Then a long que of children with their letters for Santa who received a bag of sweets then had their photos taken with the King.  Here’s the photos:



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So We then wandered round the stalls and I found a yellow poinsettia so bought that and it came with its own Nadal Donkey  then we were looking round and as our 51st wedding anniversary was the following Sunday Michael bought me a lovely artisan necklace it was gift wrapped and yesterday I wore it when we went out.

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We had a really lovely evening at both fairs.   Merry Christmas everyone may it be a happy and peaceful one.


(c) Michael Douglas Bosc



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Well its over for another  year, feeling stuffed, tired but relaxed.  Knowing that we would be on our own for Christmas friends asked if we would like to meet up at Carpe Diem just as we did 4 years ago.  So Boxingday saw us heading out into the Campo in the mountains and a wonderful 5 hours.

Now outside behind the car park live some interesting characters who are obviously used to being photographed so instead of talking I will let them tell the story.

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Oh look everyone more humans and a CAMERA!!!!   This is my good side.


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Dont bother with him I’m the one you should be interested in look at my fine feathers and my leg stance all fashion walkway here ducky…

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Well that’s her normal remarks but this is her normal position head in ground I might be smaller but I’m definitely more bird.  Oh dear are they being strutty again  your obviously here for dinner its cold and misty so I’d go inside if I were you  Merry Christmas and enjoy your meal.

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So we headed towards the restaurant and found this little chappy one white Wallaby looking decidedly cold. once inside the magic took over, this place never ceases to amaze, enjoy the photos.

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This is the large dining area decked out, all tables had candles and large gold coloured plates, napkins and crackers.  We arrived early which surprised us as it was very very foggy and getting cold outside.   Michael wanted a picture with the large tree, he looks rather military but once dinner was under way he relaxed.

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Then we were in for a surprise who should walk through the door but authoress Rosie Reay with her two boys. It’s a long time since we had seen her and she looked good.  She has lost weight, had her hair styled and Michael just did not recognised her.  Needless to say we were pleased to see her and caught up later before they left.

IMG_0183 (640x480)So we headed home in the fog calling at the garage to get petrol for the generators.  We really enjoyed our dinner good company, good wine so as it was said here’s to the next time in 4 years……   Happy New Year everybody

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc












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Last weekend we decided to visit a Christmas Fair in Tivissa, so around midday we left home and headed down our little mountain valley along river road and out on to the main road.  We parked the car where we normally park for petanca and walked into the town. The first things we saw were a roundabout and bouncy castle, but where we wondered was the fair?  Now I should explain that when we say ‘fair’ in England we mean rides and stalls. However here it covers everything, so you never know what you will find at one.

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We wandered round until we found a street closed off. So being us we walked up it and found ourselves in a small square with several stalls. There were the usual cheese and craft ones including some wood carvings which were rather good. Then turning another corner and following the street we came upon the donkey rides. Then once more turning a corner we found the spot where Santa would be sitting on his chair ready to hear what the children wanted for Christmas. He hadn’t arrived at that time as he was still loading his sleigh for Christmas night.

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We carried on passing a very cold looking lady who was minding the blacksmiths stand who informed us the next demonstration would be around 5pm. From here we found a cheese stall and whilst my wife stopped to buy some I carried on to the next corner and lo and behold I had found the wine square…..

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Here were three stalls displaying their wines and one particularly caught my eye, it was from Darmos a little village not far from home, so my wife made an appointment to visit the following week. Now when we have been playing petanca at Tivissa my wife has often talked to the Alcalde (Mayor) about the local wines and this is one of the Cellers he mentioned, so I am looking forward to our visit.

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I have been sitting here watching an advertisement for the Salvation Army.  These people are the quiet heroes of towns and cities all over Britain.  They open cafes for the lonely and homeless to meet have a hot meal, drink or both.  Then there are the shelters, here they try to assist people give them advice or help get them off the street and into a job if they can.   They go out into the community trying to help not just sitting on the end of a phone asking for money.

So why is this organisation which was first founded in the East End of London and been active since 1865 so forgotten? Since 1865 The Salvation Army has spread its wings to become Gods Army, with its own uniform and as far as its members are concerned  they are the ‘regulars’!

With such dedication for the welfare of others you will find it’s Officers and Soldiers on duty every day of the year, no closed signs here, no whingeing just a helping hand, held out to those who need it most.  Their three ‘S’s’ slogan can be listed like this” first soup, second soap and thirdly salvation, along with the listening ear of kindness.

Therefore why oh why in these times and days does such an organisation have to ask for help from us? help that we should be readily giving, even if its only 2 pounds a month – as the work they do is in this country, for our people, in the here and now.  There is an old saying “Charity begins at home”  every year I put money into the collection boxes of the Salvation Army, every year I watch them parade on Remembrance Day.

So come on people show a little love and compassion, when you are passing the Army in the high street  and listening to the carols being sung, or like us singing along  give a little even if its pennies everything helps to help others.

Merry Christmas everybody and in Tiny Tim’s words “God bless us every one!”

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

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This is a time for fairy stories, magical things and happiness.  For the children it’s all about Disney, Farther Christmas – here it’s also the Three Kings – distributing their gifts and generally enjoying themselves.  But this story is purely for the grown up’s who love wine. So with the children tucked up in bed, it’s time to turn off the television, stoke the fire  pour yourself a drink,  settle into a comfy chair and I’ll begin.

Once upon a time long long ago was a secret valley surrounded by mystical mountains.  This valley had gently rolling fields in which were dotted little farm houses, surrounded by grape vines.  Each house was charged with growing grapes for the local monastery who made ordinary wine for their services and the monks but a ‘magic’ sparkling wine for special visitors.  For many many years the farmers had grown the grapes taken them to the monastery so the monks could make their wine, but no matter what the quantity the farmers produced there was never enough grapes left over for their own wine. So they devised a plan. Each farmer would grow one row of grapes for himself and after they had taken the others to the monastery they would pick these to make their wine.  To keep this plan secret from the monks they would not mention the extra row as the monks would demand all the grapes, so they decided they would take turns to make their wine so that if a monk saw anything he would not know what was really happening.  But as usual the monks got to hear about all of this and demanded all the grapes, so it was that the glum farmers took all their harvest to the monastery.

Now everyone has a patron saint. There is one for travellers, children, fishermen and, of course, farmers and this little valley was no exception. The monks had been telling stories of Saint Galdric and how he was the patron Saint of farmers, and how they were the only people who could talk to him and that was why they needed all the grapes. But the poor men who worked the fields could not believe that a Saint would allow the monks to take everything from them in his name. Then one day when an old farmer was sitting alone on his finca he was approached by a strange-looking man. The man came quietly along the field and stopped in front of the farmer and asked if he could have a piece of bread and something to drink.  The old man said he was welcome to share his food but he could only offer him water as the greedy monks had taken all the grapes and he had none to make wine any more.  The stranger sat and talked with him for a while then rose to leave saying that soon the monks would not be needing grapes and the old man and his friends would have plenty of grapes.  True enough after a few years when their wine had gone bad and could not be drunk the monks closed the monastery and moved further down the country, unfortunately they took the secret of their ‘magic’ wine with them, well they thought they had.

About a year after all this happened, a young man came out of the mountains and walked around the valley.  He finally found someone who knew a little of wine making and began to instruct him in the art of making the ‘magic’ wine, only he could not get it to form the ‘Golden Crown’. This was the magic of the monks wine but try as he might he could not get it to appear.  So for many years the farmers just kept making their wine and hoping the ‘Golden Crown’ would appear in their wine. Through war and pestilence peace and faming they tried but although the wine was good and the sparkling wine sparkled the ‘Golden Crown’ remained elusive. This situation carried on over the years, and the sparkling wine was given the name Cava after the valley it came from, until one day….

On a quiet sunny afternoon in autumn after the grapes had been harvested, a strange old man was seen wandering around the valley. He was dressed in a rough tunic his legs bound with cloth and sandles on his feet.  He had a beard and fine head of hair streaked with grey, with a quite and peaceful countenance. He walked with a long staff and where he trod the tired earth was renewed.  All day he would walk amongst the vineyards talking to the farmers, at night he would knock on a door and ask for shelter, to those who made him welcome he gave a blessing and told them how to make their wine more drinkable.  To those who turned him away he would sadly shake his head saying he was sorry they had a bad harvest. These farmers laughed and said they had had a super harvest but the old man was not talking about the one just gone he was talking about the next harvest. True enough the following year those who had been kind to him had bumper crops with enough grapes to make plenty of wine.  However, those who had been unkind barely had enough for a few bottles and it was not that nice to drink.

This was the second time St. Galdric had visited the valley but he was not to be seen again until the early 1900’s when a disease killed the vines.  As the poor farmers struggled with this disaster, he wandered amongst them giving advice and solace.  If they used vines grafted on stock from the America’s they would be able to grow grapes again and make wine.  Some of the farmers listened to him and took his advice. They planted vines which began to grow producing some special grapes which were used to make the Cava.  One day a young boy was sitting in the autumn sun by the side of a vineyard where his father and grandfather were busy working, he was thinking of how it would feel when he was grown up and could make his own wine.  He wanted to make Cava, not any Cava but the stuff the monks of old had made, all his life he had heard the stories and he believed.

As he sat there dreaming and looking across the valley into the late evening sun his vision seemed to waver, was that a man approaching? He rubbed his eyes and looked again, no there was no mistake a man was walking towards him.  The young boy watched his approach, saw the soft even tread that made no noise nor left a footprint. When he was level with the boy the man stopped and looked at him.  He asked the boy why he looked so sad. “My father and grandfather work so hard to grow grapes but it is even harder to make wine like the monks made, I wish I was older and could do so.”  the boy looked sad.   “Walk with me” the man said and with the boy went in search of his father, they found him pruning the vines.  Looking up his father saw walking towards him an old man surrounded by a shimmering light.  The boy ran towards him “Father this old man wants to speak with you”.  His father stopped work and straightened up still watching the old man, there was something about him he recognised. But before he could speak the boy’s grandfather drew a deep breath “Saint Galdric… Saint Galdric” he whispered.  The old man smiled and a warm gentle glow spread over the other three.

Turning to the boy’s father he said “Your son tells me you want to make wine as good as the monks made a long time ago”  all the boy’s father could do was nod.  Taking up the knife that the man had dropped the Saint began to show how to prune the vines to encourage better growth.  Then as the sun was beginning to set and it was dinner time they invited him to join them and whilst they ate Saint Goldric told them the secret of how to make wine as good as the monks of old. When it was time for St. Galdric to leave he beckoned the boy to walk with him, as they walked he said “One day I will return and teach you how to make the ‘Golden Crown’.”

Time passed and when St Galdric returned, it was not the boy he instructed, but his son.  As the years had passed the boy had grown and founded his own celler and learnt how to make Cava like the monks, so had many other farmers, but try as they might they could not make the ‘Golden Crown’.  When St Galdric returned the ‘boy’ was pleased to see him telling him of his life and introducing his sons who worked with their father as he proudly showed the Saint his Celler.  “We have managed to produce the “magic” wine the monks made we still call it Cava.”  When he heard this St Galdric nodded slowly, “does anyone help you?” he asked “Only my sons”.  “ahhhh” murmured the Saint.

After he had left the ‘boy’ he headed back to where they had first met.  As he walked along the road St Galdric spied the person he was looking for.  There sitting in the same place as his father had all those years ago was a young man.  St Galdric stopped in front of the young man and asked what was wrong.  The young man sighed then looking at the Saint he said “I have been hearing about the ‘Golden Crown’ ever since I can remember but neither my father nor any of the other producers can achieve it, I would so like to do so.”  he sighed again and the Saint saw his father sitting there and heard the same words but looking at this young man he could see the passion in those eyes, feel his longing, his love for the wines he made.  So the Saint sat down next to the young man and told him the story of how he met his father, grandfather and great-grandfather, of the monks and their wine making but that only a truly passionate wine maker who really cared about his Cava could create the ‘Golden Crown’.

“May I give you some advice” the Saint asked. “Yes please” the young man eagerly replied.  “You must study hard, learn about wine making then when you are ready return here to your great-grandfathers old home and create a Celler with your own hands.  When you have achieved this I will return and show you how to make the ‘Golden Crown’.”  The young man looked at the Saint who seemed to be fading in the evening light. It took about 2 seconds for him to promised and as he watched Saint Galdric gently faded away.  As the young man sat watching the spot where the Saint had stood he drifted off into a different realm.  Here he found himself watching a friar making his ‘magic’ wine. He noted how yeast was added to the wine, when fermentation was stopped and how to bottle it, how long to leave  it before gently turning the bottles to stop the sediment from dropping to the bottom.  But most important how and when to turn the bottles on their heads and remove this sediment.

The young man came back to earth with a start as he heard his name being called, looking up he saw running towards him the love of his life, a young pretty girl who had stolen his heart one day he would marry her but first he had to make wine. She reached him a smile on her face excitement in her eyes and slightly out of breath she said “St Galdric was here he was at your father’s Celler everyone is talking about it.” She stopped for breath then looked slightly puzzled. “You are not interested?” she asked ‘Oh I am but I have just been talking with him, I will make the ‘Golden Crown’, at least that is what he told me.” he finished.  The girl stared at him “How? Who will help you? Your brothers?” “No” he said slowly, “You will!”  “Me!” she replied a little taken aback “Yes, if you will marry me” was his answer not the one she had expected but the one question she had hoped to hear…..

After they had married the young man worked even harder at learning his trade, but something was missing, then he remembered his promise to St Galdric.  Going to his father he asked for his grandfathers old Celler and house so he could make the ‘Golden Crown’.  At first his father was a little reluctant but eventually he agreed and the young couple moved their little family out of the large house and Celler of his father and into their very own home and Celler.   The work was hard, and backbreaking, long hours clearing and cleaning the caves, next building the Celler and whilst all this was going on there were the vines and fields to tend.  The young man worked very hard preserving his grandfathers machinery to show how it was done all those years ago. They worked hard together and one day when the young man had things as he wanted Saint Galdric appeared.  He wandered over the Celler looked in the caves and gave his seal of approval, then he asked to taste the first bottle of Cava the young man had produced.  This was fetched and placed on the table in front of the Saint who picked it up turned it towards the light and sighed, this was perfect.  Handing it back he asked the young man to open the bottle and pour two glasses.  As this was being done the young man’s son and wife arrived just in time to see forming at the top of the glasses the Golden Crown of Cava.  All his dreams hopes and longing had become reality he had made the Golden Crown.  Tears of joy and pride ran down his face he did not need to speak St Galdric could see the gratitude in his very being.  The old Saint smiled and prepared to leave all I ask is that you guard the secret well.

The young man never forgot and at Christmas at a table laid for Christmas dinner with family and friends the young man would raise his glass and drink his Cava to St Galdric and watch as the Golden Crown glowed at the top is their glasses.  What he did not see was the happy contented smiling face of the Saint peering in at the window before he turned to wander in search of others he could help.  However, one Christmas this changed slightly, the young man was older now his son was grown up as was his daughter. He was crossing the garden from the Celler when he saw standing by the gate Saint Galdric.  The saint watched him as he approached and asked the Saint  how he was before inviting him in to join his family for Christmas dinner.  “Thank you but no, my work here is done. But there is one thing I need from you.” “Anything St Galdric what can I do?”  “Tell me your name. I cannot keep calling you young man” the Saint smiled.  “It’s Josep”  Josep said.  The Saint nodded then said “Thank you Josep for keeping the faith and the ‘Golden Crown’. Your Cava will become well-known and your hard work rewarded. Do not worry about the future your son has your passion and will continue.”  As he said these words St Galdric slowly began to fade away the last thing Josep saw was the gentle smile.

He walked back into the house but at the door he turned Merry Christmas St Galdric you are welcome here anytime.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

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At long last the pictures of Christmas Dinner at Carpe Diem Restaurant.

We spent Christmas Day relaxing and generally lazing around. Showers, hair washed, all done at a leisurely pace as we had until 7pm before we had to leave for dinner. Phone calls from family, Cava with breakfast (something we have done for years usually accompanied by prawns) intermingled with the daily routine of campo living helped pass the time, the TV went on in the afternoon so passed the last few hours. It does not matter how well we plan for a departure time we are always late leaving. As we passed through the local town restaurants were obviously doing a good trade cars were parked everywhere, we found the same at the restaurant, but let it be said the diners there were a mix of French, English, German and Dutch the early eaters. The Catalan’s dine from around 9pm onwards and most of them were young people who obviously appreciate good food.

We found the same service, delicious food, ambiance and relaxing atmosphere which all made for a very pleasant evening. This time round after the Cava and nibbles I had Tagliatelle with crab, salmon & prawns followed by Sole which filled the plate accompanied by sauteed vegetables. My wife had two types of prawns with a light sauce and lettuce, followed by Gazelle in a sauce with sauteed vegetables, we both finished with a gondola of sorbets and ice cream, my wife decided against the cheese board again the sheer size and selection of the last one was too much still there’s always next time…

I would like to thank the staff there for allowing my wife to take the pictures, not many places would allow that, also for the excellent service and making us feel most welcome.

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