Gazpacho

The beach at Torremolinos is empty. The colourful beach bars are shuttered and the white apartment blocks are still. The Mediterranean laps gently in this warm early Spanish morning as a huge yellow sun eases itself over the far horizon. The crew are setting up their equipment. I am sitting on the gunnel of a large rowing boat, waiting for the fishermen to come. A yellow pie-dog, a breed thrown back to the time of the Pharaohs, is watching too, hoping for some food. He looks sinister and hi