Last year I was interviewed for The Sun´s series on ex-pat life:
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/expats/expats_community/article1420344.ece
I am the author of twenty-one books - poetry, novels, travel, anthologies. Here is a link to Powell Books who also have some of my older titles available:
http://www.powells.com/partner/34036/s?kw=pitt-kethley+fiona
(Note the Classic Travel Stories advertised only contains an introduction by myself.)
My most recent book was the Selected Poems published in 2008 by Salt Publishing.
http://www.saltpublishing.com/books/smp/9781844714537.htm
My life in Spain includes cat rescue, mineral collecting, karate, hill-walks, snorkelling, concerts and fishing. My son took the photos of me with cats included.
In 2002 I moved to Spain with my family. Initially we were in ex-pat land - Playa Flamenca near Torrevieja. Nearly three years ago I moved to Cartagena and love it there. We have a collection of adopted feral cats. At the moment we have four adults and three kittens. Feral cats are extremely intelligent and independent. When things are not to their liking they move off to another colony. I adored Lucia but she took exception to veterinary treatment and vaccinations and decided to return to the wild. Deaf Amazon moved off after beatings from her brother, Dragon. Sonny Chiba left after a big fight with Shen. Apart from the cats I think of as mine - several visit the garage for leavings. These included Bollux, a big black cat. Sadly he turned up in the last stages of cat flu in the winter and now is no more. Currently all my cats are male. We have been unlucky with females. One died of leukaemia another of panleukopaenia, apart from Lucia and Amazon, mentioned above. At the moment we have Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Dragon Lee, Shen, and Mofeta. Mofeta (skunk in Spanish). When he first arrived he needed 5 baths in the bidet to differentiate the white fur from the black. He also had impressive dingleberries. His tail is like a fluffy letter Z. It must have been broken in two places. His markings make him look as if he is wearing a black tanga. Here he is in cleaned-up state:
Here are Dragon Lee and Mao Ying (RIP). Dragon Lee was the son of a feral cat but born in a house unlike most of the others. His family - ex-pats - subsequently dumped the rest of the litter. 
Jet Li, below, was dumped in a road in Playa Flamenca at a few weeks old. He was so small he could fit in the palm of your hand. He weighs about sixteen pounds now but can still run very fast. He loves drinking water in the shower. He is what is known as a "suckler". Many cats who lose their Mums young take a human substitute and suckle from their neck or inside elbow on a regular basis. Jet started breastfeeding from my husband then went over to my son´s neck. He then sucked the necks of almost any boy who entered the house. He sometimes knocked them down first then pounced on them on the floor. He wasn´t interested in suckling from girls.
Bruce Lee (shown below) was given to us with his sister by Joe the Cat Man, a great guy who rescues cats and is involved in animal charities in the Torrevieja and Quesada area. They were feral kittens whose mother had been run over. Unfortunately Bruce´s sister, Jackie Chan, became very ill with leukaemia and had to be put down. We taught them both to skateboard while we were living in Playa Flamenca.
Below is an old photo of Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan with their leads skateboarding alongside our son one night at our former home. Bruce Lee used to enjoy a walk on a lead. We don´t do that where we live now though as there are feral dogs as well as feral cats on the streets.
Bruce kissing Mofeta
This is Lucia with Mofeta when they were extremely young
Mofeta is large now and breastfeeds incoming kittens and generally mothers them even though he is a neutered male.
Shen came free with the house as he was living on either our roof or one of the adjoining ones. He was half-Tonkinese, half Siamese. He died recently at about nine or ten years old. RIP Shen.
According to what info we could glean, some kittens from his litter found homes before the owners of the pedigree parents moved away from a house in Los Mateos, the next district. Shen was dumped as he was a biter. He moved himself to Santa Lucia and roamed the roofs for years before choosing to enter our house. It took several months to make friends with him. Feral kittens are much easier to domesticate than older cats like Shen. 
Our only failed rescue was a kitten whose mother was shot soon after she had given birth. Ourselves and a couple of other people tried to hand feed the kittens in the few days afterwards. But all died one by one. RIP Torrente. We buried him on the Sierra Minera by Mao Ying, a friend of Jet, who died from panleukopaenia, we think, the year before. We are building a little cairn of stones over them, adding to it each time we visit the area. Bollux and Shen now have their own piles alongside.
We also have David (found by the bins) , El Gran Wyoming, Pedo de Lobo and Leopold.
Pedo de Lobo (puffball mushroom/wolf fart) is the smallest. We wanted to find a home for him but the son pointed out he doesn´t take up much room as he sits on other cats. Here he is on Jet. We have told him he can keep Pedo as long as he tells the next person who turns up with a starving moggy to eff off. We call Pedo Pedro if anyone polite is around.
Most recent acquisition is Leopold who was found limping in the middle of a busy road. Son stuffed him up his T-shirt and brought him home.
My husband, James Plaskett, former British chess champion and grandmaster, more often attends Spanish chess tournaments at weekends. He is also the author of a book and a blog on Coincidences.
http://www.jamesplaskett.com/
He is on the left here in a tournament in Mutxamiel:
And here he is in a rare bonding moment with his son on a temporary ice rink.
And here he is taking a tandem jump a few months ago.
We were told he had somersaulted in the air on the way down having forgotten to open his arms...He looked so ill afterwards I thought I was going to lose him. I have begged him never to do it again!
Occasionally we travel with him to tournaments but more often we engage in other activities. After moving to Spain I developed new hobbies. I love Kyokushin, the toughest form of karate. I do this with my son in Torrevieja. Most winters we go for a course in Barcelona. Here´s a picture of some members of my class there. I am far left bottom row, followed by Begoña, Nerea, Federico. Our teacher, Antonio Celdran, is in the middle. The rest of the row are Eneko, Alexander (my son), Luis and Achmed. The course tutors are in the back row. People in the Martial Arts have a great sense of humour - one of the things I like about this hobby. The course usually ends with us going into the freezing sea in our karate gear. When we have dried off and warmed up there´s an evening of drinking and dirty joke telling...
When I first started the class about half its members were Russian or Lithuanian. There are many Eastern Europeans in Torrevieja. Now the class is predominantly Spanish. Mixing with Eastern Europeans in karate and the chess world has left me speaking Spanish with a Russian accent! My strange accent is proving very hard to lose but at least it is a good talking point! Our son speaks Spanish like a native thanks to several years in state schools. He can drop in and out of the Murcian accent as three years of his schooling was in the Alicante region. Murcians tend to drop s and d almost completely.
Alexander had to play a clown called Zanahorio in the school play, El Planeta de la Sonrisa, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I am beginning to wonder if he will be a comic when he grows up. He now has many hours´ worth of mucky Spanish jokes on tap that he tells on mineral excursions and the annual karate course. Here he is in the play:
More recently he played a detective in his theatre clas end of year play: "El Asesinato de Bolo".
He competes in karate tournaments in Barcelona occasionally. Here´s a picture of him winning one last year. He´s holding the cup.
We are both green belt with stripe. We had eighteen fights as well as hours of combinations, katas, press-ups, etc. for our last exam.
Another hobby I acquired in Spain is rock-collecting. We started visiting the Sierra Minera by bus at weekends while we lived in Playa Flamenca. Eventually we moved to the area and I am slowly writing a book on it. The history of the mines dates back to the times when the Iberian tribes were trading with visiting Phoenicians.
Here is a picture of a trip we took to the barite mines of nearby El Gorguel with friends from a local mineral collectors´society. We are towards the right side wearing yellow helmets.
In June, 2007, we took a wonderful trip to Pantoja, near Toledo, with this club to search for acicular Aragonite in a quarry there. In May 2009 we went again. The aragoniter is running low but it was still a good trip.
Here is a picture of us keeping a stall at the monthly mineral fair at San Vicente del Raspeig near Alicante.
We man a swaps stall every morning at the huge mineral fair in La Union over Easter.
http://www.regmurcia.com/servlet/s.Sl?sit=a,59&r=AgP-13552-DETALLE_EVENTO
We lunch in a nearby hotel with many mineral dealers from all over Spain and meet some fascinating people. My son gets on particularly well with the son of a meteor and meteorite specialist from Leon. Interesting family with an unusual line of work!
http://www.litos.net/inicio.php
April 2008 we had a trip to the legendary San Valentin quarry which proved fruitful. I have been waiting to get into it (legally) for years. One of our group, Alfonso, a local doctor, has a friend who works there and obtained permission. Going there illegally via the road by Corta Emilia would not be advisable as the guard-dog is a ravening Rottweiler that would make Cerberus look like a pussycat. He was slavering at the sight of us as we were going in. We were very glad he had a hefty steel chain. San Valentin is a Mecca for mineralogists as it has a huge range of minerals. We came home with galena in greenalite, green opal, siderite, goethite, malachite, opalised quartz and Monheimite. The latter stone was a first for me. I would never have indentified it without the help of more experienced rock collectors. Alfonso who took us found a spectacular piece of galena better than any I have seen in museums.
In May 2008 we went to the Fuentes de Ebro near Zaragoza to search for selenite in the alabaster quarries. Alabaster is very hard and we hammered our hands a lot. The trick to finding selenite is hammering a lump or bump off an alabaster boulder and hoping for a geode with crystals inside.
It was another fascinating trip. My son managed to win an essay prize with a piece about it. When the weather is hot our excursions are closer to home. We are checking out some of the mines between La Union and Llano del Beal. Local knowledge is lost of the names of many of these. One we visited recently was one of the most beautiful mines I´ve been to. According to one site it could be Mina Romulo but I am not sure that this tallies with my old maps. After a long ramped descent we eventually came to a small tunnel. I had been told that perhaps only my son might make it through there. I took that as a challenge but nearly got stuck. The reward for the crawl was the sight of large geodes of quartz mixed with galena. We came out completely brownish black. We only brought a few samples away as we couldn´t bear to attack the beautiful formations. Better to leave those for posterity and others prepared to crawl into that very small space. The dust even made into my underwear. When are they going to set up pit head baths in the Sierra Minera? On the slopes outside we met a few collectors who had come all the way from Catalunya. It all goes to prove what a well-travelled lot mineral-collectors are.
We also revisited Maria Dolores, the coldest mine in the area. We have an annual ritual of going there in August and eating Haagen Dazs ice cream inside. The ice cream stays rock hard it is so cold and we have to wear jackets. It´s a straight tunnel that runs for at least half a kilometre into the hillside. There are several branches leading off the tunnel. One of the first has aragonite walls.
There are quartz geodes and tiny stalactites in the tunnel. Until recently there was a large water deposit behind a wall. It was good tasting and we had planned to fill up a few bottles. We were dismayed to find that it had dried up and someone had cut off all the tiny stalactites above it.
One of the oddities on my to do list was to play a minera (traditional Flamenco mining song) in a mine. We did this on our last visit. Here´s the son holding my ipod and his speakers while we play a few songs at the end of the Maria Dolores tunnel.
The picture shows Ginés, Eliecer and Fuensanta, Juan and myself.Hill-walking is a hobby that runs alongside mineral collecting. One of my favourite areas is the highest part of the Sierra Minera, known as Sancti Spiritu. I mine opal there. Here is a photo of some of the wind generators above the San Valentin quarry.
My husband, James, made a one-way bet with myself and son that he could run from La Union station to the first wind generator on the top of the Sierra Minera in half an hour on his birthday. The son and I were hoping to collect 100 euros if he couldn´t make it... By my watch he took 45 seconds longer,by his 15 seconds less.
Here James is collapsed after his run at the foot of the windmill above. (They are much bigger up close.) He eventually brought his running time down to 25 minutes. He is now going to try a run up to the Castle of San Julian (much nearer us) instead.
An interesting shorter walk can be had up a hill known as Cabeza Rajao. This was one of the earliest mined areas and has a volcanic crater and interesting industrial architecture. I have taken many photos of the old mining architecture and machinery there and elsewhere on the Sierra Minera. I am putting together a separate blog including many of these.
http://sierramineraphotos.blogspot.com/
Another favourite walk is the road that runs over the Sierra Minera between Llano del Beal and Portman. For the first couple of kilometres there are interesting mining remains. The road goes through a section of the Calblanque Park which is a nature reserve. It is used at weekends by mountain bikers, occasional walkers and riders. The first two and a half kilometres is steadily uphill. The horses we saw were totally bathed in sweat by the time they reached the summit which has wonderful views.
I also enjoy the flora and fauna of the area. We eat fungi and figs when these are in season. The figs of the Sierra Minera are renowned for their sweetness. When they are ripe there´s a noticeable increase in the size of the local pigeons. The local prickly pears are also pretty good. There are many unusual birds to be seen and scores of lizards like this pair I spotted near La Union.
From May to October I enjoy snorkelling off Cala Cortina, our nearest beach. Most of our neighbours in the Santa Lucia part of Cartagena are Spanish fishing families. We also fish a little in the local harbours. Nothing tastes better than Cartagena cuttlefish seethed in olive oil with garlic and parsley. Well, maybe octopus freshly caught and cooked a la Gallego...We have also learned some very interesting and colorful language from the other fishers. We greet old friends at the harbour. I particularly like the guy who brings 24-year-old Jumilla wine down and passes the bottle round...
Cala Cortina has both deep and shallow waters and natural reefs. There´s a wonderful array of different fishes. Last year we followed a torpedo ray around, occasionally moving it on with our flippers, unaware it could have given us a shock. This year I am planning to get an underwater fishing licence and a harpoon. The only problem is I need a check-up with a doctor first. I hate going to doctors!
Once a year one of the local diving schools, Hesperides, gives free lessons in a pool outside the sports store Decathlon. My son loves this. He is longing to take a PADI course but cannot legally in our region of Spain until he is 18.
Cartagena is a wonderful city for free or cheap culture. In our barrio of Santa Lucia there are free Flamenco concerts in the summer. Chano Lobato was the opening performer in 2007. He was 80 years old but still an amazing singer. RIP Chano Lobato.
We liked him so much we went to a gala tribute to him in La Union. In 2008 the opening concert was by Capullo de Jerez - another Flamenco great. He was an amazingly energetic performer and could pull some horrific faces. I have bought several of his CDs. The first and biggest concert is always held in the fishmarket. The smaller events take place in a little square opposite El Pinacho Bar. You can savour a one euro bottle of beer and a freshly barbecued pork roll while listening to some fabulous singers. The concert usually finishes with the singer stepping forward in front of the mike and singing unaccompanied. These artists have an amazing volume that carries for many hundred metres and a subtlety and tunefulness that would put many classical singers to shame. They are usually accompanied by the superb La Union guitarist, Antonio Muñoz Fernandez who is from a dynasty of Flamenco singers and musicians. My son now goes to school and is friends with his cousin who plays guitar and cajon. He is giving my son some tips on the right fingering for playing a cajon. The minute a teacher leaves the room they start practicing on their bellies or on the desks.
June also brings one of my least favourite fiestas - San Juan. My son loves it though. All the local kids buy large quantities of explosives and light bonfires around the city. Many years ago, a guy in his eighties told me, they used to burn an image of Juan and Juana on the bonfire. These days it´s all unwanted furniture and building pallets. Many illegal firework shops open up around the town -women selling boxes of fireworks from their front rooms for a little pin money. The police don´t close them down because their children would complain. Some of the fireworks have good names like "abejas borrachas" - drunken bees. Some are just extremely loud. It´s an unnerving sight seeing all the local toddlers on the streets at midnight armed with cigarette lighters and bangers that look like sticks of dynamite...Miraculously they avoid injury but the fire brigade has a very busy time putting out fires on local scrubland throughout the night and the next day. Here was our nearest bonfire:
I watched the Eurocup with my son. We went to the final match in the market hall in La Unión. I felt slightly deaf from the sound of two thousand Spaniards screaming Hijo de puta, etc. My son went in the fountain at the end.
In June there is the Cartagena en Clave festival followed by the Musica del Mar festival in July. This year it had a French theme. Alongside the more expensive events are a few free ones. Last year we watched Mariachis, Japanese drummers and a Trinidadian steel band. On two of these occasions as the concert was outside the old townhall we sat at the Valor cafe and indulged ourselves. Valor is known throughout Spain for its rich chocolate. We saw a group of dervishes from Cairo this year and they were wonderful. 
At the beginning of August there is the Teatro del Mar festival. Comedians from all over Europe are invited. Paul Morocco from the UK was one of the funniest. We also enjoyed Ukrainian clowns, Spanish theatre and a Belgian mime. This year I loved Ennio Marchetto and Sit by Clownic (3 Catalan clowns) - most of the other acts - Yllana, Ron Lala, La Terremoto, Millan Salcedo - were pretty good too. Sexpeare´s Que Pelo Mas Guay wasn´t my cup of tea. The problem is that one or two shows cross with the start of the Cante de las Minas festival in La Union and concerts in Santa Lucia. I always like to watch the final concert in La Union where the finalists compete for large money awards and the Miner´s lamp, a prestigious accolade in Flamenco terms. It´s a big event that starts at 10.30 and goes on till about 4 in the morning. I particularly love the sad Minera songs about life in the mines. Cartageneras are also a similar sung and poetic form from the area. A local shop called Carrots runs a terribly tempting stall outside with rare Flamenco CDs. Other stalls are run by friends from the mineral world. My son always manages to cull some free samples. A friend called Mariano Miranda makes models of mining machinery that he sells there. He uses blacksmith´s skills to make exquisite small-scale replicas of wheels, carts, etc. The carts are filled with mini pyrites collected from a local mine. When my cats are older and less frisky I shall buy some of these. At the moment they break any ornament I am unwise enough to leave out.
We hoped to catch the last hour of the first free Flamenco concert in La Union but it was all done by the time we arrived after watching La Terremoto at Teatro del Mar. Looks like events closed at slightly more sensible times this year! The stall holders operated from tented stalls all over the square - giving a very festive atmosphere. I gave into temptation and bought Capullo de Jerez-s latest CD and another Camarón one which comes with a T-shirt. Son and I will fight over that. Alexander was given a nice piece of Chalcopyrite by a dealer we know there.
In September, Cartagena is over-run with five thousand citizens dressed as either Carthaginians or Romans for a couple of weeks. 
There are many historic pageants, a Roman market and an encampment area with themed tents for each legion. The whole city looks like a scene from one of the Asterix and Obelix films. There are some spectacular firework displays.
Our favourite event is the mock Senate meeting as this is extremely witty. The actors use an up-to-date script with loads of jokes about local and national politics. That´s one event I shall attend every year. I also like the final carnival. If you get a strategically placed seat at a point where the procession has to turn a corner you can get an amazing amount of loot - free T-shirts and sweets are thrown and certain legions pass out free liqueurs. Amstel sponsors the event so there are usually some free beers at various events. Sometimes there´s a free sardinefest or a giant paella. The best trick is to get there very early and chum up with the person next to you in the queue so that you can fetch each other free beers while saving a place.
Some of the other barrios have their own festivals. Santa Lucia is quiet by comparison with nearby Los Mateos which is filled with party animals. My son enjoyed their celebrations which included a foam disco for kids that went on to two in the morning. Other events included chasing a greased pig or climbing a lubricated lamp-post after a Serrano ham. Not to mention loads of music and bingo. There are several houses for sale in the square where all this goes on. Wonder why... After attending some of these events last year we were too pooped out to go to the free all-night meatfest. We heard on the grapevine that 200 people had managed to down 300 kilos of sausages, chops, etc. off the barbecue then finished with a breakfast of churros (deep fried sugary doughnut strips) dipped in chocolate. I don´t think we yet have Spanish stamina... This year the final coincided with the last concert of the Cante de Las Minas, meaning that we were able to have a supper of longanizas and panchetta on the way home.
Cartagena puts on a short festival of concerts in historic buildings. We heard Cecilia Berganza (daughter of Teresa) in an old palace owned by a bank and Beethoven in the Fuerte de Navidad, an ancient fortification with canons. That last concert was reached by boat which added to the experience. More recently we heard a Murcian group, L'Incontro Fortunato, playing Mozart and Haydn on old instruments. The fortepiano player was a marvel -
http://www.csmmurcia.com/esclapez/index.htm
and the Hilliard Ensemble
http://www.hilliardensemble.demon.co.uk/
http://www.arsmvsica.com/foro/viewtopic.php?p=9211&sid=5e9b9f8fcc4f6134520e6edb93660d34
My son wanted their autographs after the concert and managed to blag his way into going to dinner with them and ten of their Spanish fans. We all ended up eating a lovely array of tapas in La Tartana near Calle Mayor. They are charming guys as well as great singers. An unforgettable night.
Two of the Spanish men we met that night were in the orchestra of a group called La Lyra Hispana. We saw that company´s production. Duelo de Divas on the 26th March. The early music world is a small one in Murcia. I suspect we will keep bumping into the same people at concerts across the year. It´s a clever show about two divas at war with each other. It´s put together from several different Handel operas. It would be a wonderful introduction to the world of opera for any child as it´s funny and good to look at. My son was rivetted.
http://www.lyrahispana.com/
As my Spanish gets better I have also learned to enjoy stand-up comedy. We saw a marvellous series of stand-up comics from all parts of Spain in a small bar called Yo Que Se in the village of Alumbres. Spanish comics are generally ruder and more over the top than Billy Connolly. As with many of the concerts in Cartagena these evenings were free. Bar-owners and the city officials have a wonderful talent for getting their events sponsored by banks and TV. There is also an annual show by comics from Paramount Comedy in Teatro Circo every year. This is an event you pay for but the theatre was packed. I have never seen it so full for classic theatre or music.
A recent addition to the festivals of Cartagena has been the "Ruta de tapas".http://tapasroute2009.blogspot.com/ I have also put a Spanish version at:
http://rutadetapas2009.blogspot.com/
27 bars have been competing with a 2 Euro tapas. The nicest thing about the tapas trail was that it took us into many new restaurants we had never visited. Since doing the trail I have put together a blog on the subject of Cartagena restaurants;
http://www.cartagenamurcia.com/
The bars in some less central bars also do their own trail a month after. Many of these are near my son´s school. We only managed to check a few. In 2010 we will do better!
I started visiting Cartagena in 2002 and it has steadily improved. There´s an impressive array of museums and some charming Art Nouveau architecture to contrast the Roman and Punic remains. An architect called Victor Beltri did most of his best work in the city. His buildings can be seen on this page:
http://www.epdlp.com/arquitecto.php?id=3260
I have also started a blog on the city´s architecture. More photos will be forthcoming in the near future.
http://architectureofcartagena.blogspot.com/
I made my first trip back to the Uk in February en route for the Munster Literary Festival in Cork.
I read with Neil Rollinson.Good to meet him again and also Matthew Sweeney and John Hartley Williams - all poets I liked and had not seen for years.
Within a few hours of arriving back I went skiing with my son. I am about as bad at skiing as it is possible to be, my son took to it like a duck to water. Here we are with some of our group - members of a diving club in Cartagena! Even though I am probably the world´s worst skier I had fun as they were a good group of people.
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