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ARRECIFE, LANZAROTE, SUNDAY 17 MARCH 2019I was due to meet Jim Ackland in Arrecife at two. He’d suggested a café in a side street off Plaza de las Palmas, down near the waterfront. A little after one, I stepped outside and closed the farmhouse door and paused to take in the fields of prickly pear and the neat cuboid dwellings and the soft curves of the mountains. Such a contrast to any scene I was used to. And my attire was also beyond anything I was used to. As I crunched my way across the gravel to the car, the wind blew my silk scarf every which way and it was a real battle keeping the thing around my neck. The fabric was thin and light and the pattern not at all to my liking. Paisley, and it was purple and pink.
After a fruitless and exhausting Friday shopping in Puerto del Rosario
