Morris traveller


Here is Morris pulling the cart again. We have been out collecting olive branches from the trimmed olive trees, in between torrential rain which has swept across the Costa Blanca for a whole week. The poor weather is set to continue for the month of May (yes the entire month of May…) so if you know anyone who is holidaying in Benidorm you can advise them to bring oilskins, wellies and umbrellas. But who would admit to knowing anyone who is holidaying in Benidorm?


After emptying the cart Morris enjoys a snack. Soon the four donks are tucking into a late afternoon feast of olive branches. And I return to my school work for tomorrow.

An unspectacular and uncontentious blogpost, you might think. Nevertheless, some of you regulars who have followed this blog loyally for a long while would be surprised to know that these pages can attract nutters – like anywhere else on the internet – who just turn up here to start a fight! You wouldn’t believe the wild aggressive nonsense that turned up in my comment box this weekend. You’d think a few photos of gentle donkeys would be unlikely to set the loonies off, wouldn’t you? Strange world. I blame globalisation and broccoli.


About Gareth Thomas

After a mixed career as an aircraft technician, London fringe theatre playwright, Franciscan friar, and secondary school teacher, I find myself dividing my time mostly between looking after the needs of four donkeys in a remote location in the mountains in the Costa Blanca and preparing a legal case against the corrupt management of my monstrous last employer - the Elians group - for unfair dismissal. I like to hear the wind in the pine trees. I do not like struggling to get a duvet into a duvet cover. My musical tastes are extinct and I have mostly given up cycle racing.
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8 Responses to Morris traveller

  1. Fred says:

    It does not surprise me that even a charming blog like yours will attract the angry people who haunt the internet looking for targets for their rage. The thing is, they see someone who has got his act together and they want to pull you apart because they are empty themselves! Keep up your blog, Rabit. Never mind the occasional nutter.

  2. Hamish Redux says:

    I had a holiday in Benidorm, in about 1965. A very quiet place without many British tourists. The centre of Benidorm looked just like your photos.

  3. blondpidge says:

    But the donkeys look so cuddly. How could anyone not like them?

  4. Frere Rabit says:

    Hi Caroline, and welcome to the blog! The donks are indeed cuddly. At present they are also muddy, so I recommend overalls for all who like cuddly donks.

    P.S. Does this mean that this blog is now officially on the Catholic blogosphere?

  5. Frere Rabit says:

    Actually, Hamish, you have given me an idea. I will put up some photos of Benidorm in the 19th century and the 1930s.

  6. Annie says:

    “Benidorm . . . a very quiet place . . . the centre of Benidorm looks just like your photos.”

    I was just looking at pictures of Benidorm and I think it may have changed a bit 😦

    (Or perhaps 🙂 if you like lots of concrete.)

  7. Frere Rabit says:

    Hi Marie, In fact the history of Benidorm is quite fascinating. From fishing community to the highest buildings in Europe in just half a century. I am doing a project with my A-level students and I have found photo evidence of each stage of the transformation. But the best part is the opening sequence of the 1965 film “Un Beso en el Puerto” (about 9 minutes) showing how the hotels were going up in 1965. But the black and white photos of Benidorm in the early 20th century at the beginning of the sequence are wonderful and show how it was just a tiny fishing community.

  8. Annie says:

    Great video of Benidorm! The clothes and hairstyles are nostalgic reminders of that time. Loved the man in the white slacks and navy blazer walking along between the beachgoers – wonder if he was lost 🙂

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