Not a holiday rep in sight...
Stewart Andersen's life in Ibiza isn't remarkable in itself, but his wonderfully observed account of people, places and pets lets you meander through a lost world. From the fat priest on the ship out to the island to bemused bus drivers - one with his busload of tiddly tourists is enrolled in dead of night to help Stewart's dozy horse out of a ditch - you get to know them all. Laugh aloud, cry with a smile on your face, smell the food, feel the sun on your skin. Enjoy a place that tolerates daft bureaucracy and a very relaxed timetable, keeps doors unlocked and a warm welcome always ready. Open a bottle of wine and enjoy an Englishman's transformation into an honorary Ibicenco.