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Low life

I nearly went lost my mind in southern Spain on the trail of Gerald Brenan

The place was a disappointment and I was a disappointment to myself

15 November 2014

9:00 AM

15 November 2014

9:00 AM

Another writer I once liked very much is Gerald Brenan. Brenan served with distinction in the first world war and afterwards carted 2,000 books to Yegen, a remote village in the Sierra Nevada, to eke out his family allowance and educate himself. He was a great walker. From his house in Yegen he walked 57 miles in two days to Almeria to buy second-hand furniture, and once he walked the 71 miles to Malaga in 28 hours to meet friends.

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