Gibraltar

The two halves which make us whole Recently cognitive scientists have posited that memories can only be formed after language. So I often wonder what they’d make of Gibraltarians who speak in a forked tongue, flickering between English and Spanish neither here nor there it falls just short of a language and is instead relegated […]

Camp Bay  I’m longing to feel like myself again. The winter has been long and dark — cold and bleak. My mind has been as grey as the sky, my brain foggy and confused. I step onto the metal ladder, its rungs warm under my feet from the sun’s rays. I’m back in my special

La Roca, My Rock – The Place I Call Home Home is where the heart is,For me, La Roca – standing tall, proud,Embracing the community, grounding us all.Here he crecido – moments shared, moments lost,An identity shaped by versatility.The salty sea air surrounds, parte de nuestro being,Childhood memories held en mi corazón:Summer teatime, late-night dips,

Hearth (All I ever wanted was to be able to swim) Nova, a waterdog, was rescued from Spain when she was just a few weeks old. Now a one year old junior dog, she loves to be out at sea. People flock round to see her dive into the water with her eyes open and

Hearth (All I ever wanted was to be able to swim) All I ever wanted was to be able to swim. I wanted to swim because no one could ever have taught me to swim. It was only me and mum – taking footsteps along the coastline, dipping ourselves into the cold water, moving our