Beef and Potato Hotpot

I left Granada for the flat plains of La Mancha with great relief. We had stayed in the most appalling hotel close to the Alhambra Palace, complete with iron bedsteads, faulty lighting, cockroaches, surly staff and lousy food. Don’t hesitate to write to me if you want to know the name of the place.

On the open rolling road, through miles and miles of olive groves, my spirits lifted. And as windmills began to appear on distant skylines, thoughts of Don Quixote and Sanchez started to