Where was the stranger taking me? We were on a remote part of the Collserola hills. I glanced backwards. Barcelona below me in the dusk. A fantasy of twinkling lights. The vast arc of inky sea.
Ahead of me a lone figure. Pablo, leading. Arid grass crunching. On past prickly pears - cladodes the size of elephant ears.
‘Come and meet my family,’ he’d said, approaching me in the Sarrià neighbourhood where I lived.
I followed, trusting.
His gypsy home in the woods. Plastic sheets. Timber frame. His family. Half a dozen eyes.
I grew up in the countryside in Cheshire, UK. I teach Philosophy, Drama, and English in Munich. Before moving to Germany I taught in Barcelona where I met my German wife. We have two children, Hannah and Myriam.
DIY shops are toy shops. My guitar is my therapy. I cycle everywhere. After a bad accident and knee operation in April 2017 I learned to cycle with one leg. Glad to say I can now use both. I want to cycle the full 2860km of the Danube. Ten countries. One river. Border free.
P.S The photo was taken at the Beatles Museum, Liverpool. I'm standing next to George Harrison's guitar.