At some time in the mid-1970s, packed in the back of a Renault 4 and with us kids enjoying all the fun of short shorts on hot vinyl seats, my family went on a continental holiday,
- leaving an Ireland where the jingling ass-and-cart was still how farmers in Galway and Clare brought their milk to the creamery;
- driving through a Spain where, in her isolated farmstead somewhere in the drab, sun-cursed plains of La Mancha, a woman on a wooden horse-drawn sled turned in endless circles to thresh wheat;
- to a Portugal where bullocks pulled the brightly-painted wooden fishing boats of Nazaré off the beach into the crashing waves of the Atlantic.
It's all gone now, and - as far as living standards and harsh working lives go - good riddance. But it makes me feel like a time traveller to have seen all this in the flesh. 😀
Obrigado Daniela!
At some time in the mid-1970s, packed in the back of a Renault 4 and with us kids enjoying all the fun of short shorts on hot vinyl seats, my family went on a continental holiday,
- leaving an Ireland where the jingling ass-and-cart was still how farmers in Galway and Clare brought their milk to the creamery;
- driving through a Spain where, in her isolated farmstead somewhere in the drab, sun-cursed plains of La Mancha, a woman on a wooden horse-drawn sled turned in endless circles to thresh wheat;
- to a Portugal where bullocks pulled the brightly-painted wooden fishing boats of Nazaré off the beach into the crashing waves of the Atlantic.
It's all gone now, and - as far as living standards and harsh working lives go - good riddance. But it makes me feel like a time traveller to have seen all this in the flesh. 😀
Love this Garret! It’s hard to imagine now such hardship and it’s not at all that long ago!