A Parrot in the Pepper Tree by Chris Stewart.
A Parrot in the Pepper Tree by
Chris Stewart.
"What
should you wear in bed when you're waiting for someone to come and kill you? I
decided on a tee-shirt and underpants as my battle costume."
"A Parrot in the Pepper Tree" is
another extremely entertaining and informative read , a fitting follow-up to "Driving Over Lemons." Lorca,
renamed Porca , a Quaker Parakeet, not a parrot, makes his debut, besotted with
Ana Stewart but wildly suspicious of Chris.
We
begin in Sweden with freezing temperatures of minus twenty-five degrees, six
hours of non-stop late night driving, lashing ice and endless blackness. To
keep himself awake and alive, Stewart resorted to practising his Mandarin
Chinese which he had been trying to learn for years. Imagine being beset by a
vivid image of death by freezing as he headed towards Norrskoy. He spent a
month in these freezing conditions, shearing sheep to cover the costs of running
his farm in Andalucia. Stewart called it his "annual purgatory."
Driving
a dodgy hired car from Weekie's Car Lot outside of Copenhagen, with the engine
shuddering and spluttering was bad enough but probably the most dangerous
hazard would have been the elks that would hurtle themselves across the bonnet
of the vehicle, through the windscreen and into the cabin. Forests were
literally swarming with these blighters. His first job was one of the grimmest
jobs he'd done in the ten years of working here in Sweden. It sounds like fun.
Once
he reached Orgiva, the western Alpujarras, the familiar smell of coffee, garlic
and black tobacco revived him, welcoming him home to Spain. His motley of
Spanish farmers provided the black humour that characterises his writing. Bernardo
and his recently deceased Pekinese dog, the Moffli, lodged on a branch in a
tree amuses Stewart for the wrong reasons of course.
The
summer when Stewart returned from Sweden plunges us into a scene from the
Middle Ages. Stewart was asked to intervene in a domestic dispute between a local
shepherd, Juan Gallego and Petra his Danish lover. She had had enough of his
moods and wildness, giving him an ultimatum. He threatened her once she had announced
she was leaving him. When Stewart became involved this angered Juan who then
threatened the writer that he wouldn't get home alive. This culminated in Chris
retiring to his roof to keep watch for his warlike neighbour with his mattock
at his side! "In those dark hours
before dawn" he would attack. Stewart froze with fear and shivered on
the roof waiting… He was called a "homicidal
shepherd" well-known for carrying a 10 inch navajon.
Nat,
his London editor phoned Spain with welcoming news regarding "Driving Over Lemons" which
was to be read on Radio 4 and it was being ordered all over the place. The
Daily Mail sent out William Leith (Leaf the Male), one of their top reporters
and a couple of photographers to promote Stewart and his book. Leith seemed
particularly interested in Stewart's early associations with Peter Gabriel and
Genesis whilst at boarding school. Jonathan King helped to promote the group. "It was an invitation to enter Paradise
and of course I jumped at it." It didn't quite work out although
Stewart has experimented with music: the guitar, the drums and of course, his
later obsession the Spanish guitar and Flamenco music. Genesis as you already
know, became big without Stewart. Our writer moved on to working in the circus
for a spell where he teamed up with Ken Baker.
His
experiences in Seville and Granada are heart-warming. An accidental stay in a
brothel then on to the Hostal Monreal where everyone strummed their guitars to
their hearts' content or indulged in some Flamenco dancing amuses us. It was
obvious just how much the writer adored Spain. He wanted to be "olive-skinned and brown-eyed, a deft
hand with a sharp knife and an orange, a natural guitarist, a Don Juan."
No, it didn't quite work out so he returned to the UK and devoted his passion
to farming which he did for the next 20 years and travel.
He
did pick-up on Flamenco dance music when he joined a "nice bag of bohemians" in Granada, hoping to revive his
guitar-playing Genesis days. After the intensely hot and humid summers the rain
eventually offered a welcome relief until the bridge down river was swept away, cutting the
family off, isolating them and the kitchen flooded with 3 inches of water. Twenty-three
"receptacles" were dotted
around the house where the rain leaked in. Welcome to Spain.
If
you enjoyed "Driving Over Lemons"
you'll love this too. The good news is that there are more delightful books by
Stewart to whet your appetite.
Publisher:
Sort of Books. ISBN: 0-9-535227-5
REVIEW
it by Carol Naylor.
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