Chris Stewart

The Last Days of the Bus Club (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

It's two decades since Chris Stewart moved to his farm on the wrong side of a river in the mountains of southern Spain and his daughter Chlöe is preparing to fly the nest for university. In this latest, typically hilarious dispatch from El Valero we find Chris, now a local literary celebrity, using his fame to help his old sheep-shearing partner find work on a raucous road trip; cooking a TV lunch for visiting British chef, Rick Stein; discovering the pitfalls of Spanish public speaking; and recalling his own first foray into the adult world of work.

Yet it's at El Valero, his beloved sheep farm, that Chris remains in his element as he, his wife Ana and their assorted dogs, cats and sheep weather a near calamitous flood and emerge as newly certified organic farmers. His cash crop? The lemons and oranges he once so blithely drove over, of course.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Cokesbury
• Erscheinungstermin: 4. Juni 2014
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9781908745446
• Artikelnr.: 41005868

Autorenporträt

Chris Stewart shot to fame with Driving Over Lemons in 1999. Funny, insightful and real, the book tells the story of how he bought a peasant farm on the wrong side of the river, with its previous owner still resident. It became an international bestseller, along with its sequels - A Parrot in the Pepper Tree, The Almond Blossom Appreciation Society and The Last Days of the Bus Club. In an earlier life, Chris was the original drummer in Genesis (he played on the first album), then joined a circus, learnt how to shear sheep, went to China to write the Rough Guide, gained a pilot's license in Los Angeles, and completed a course in French cooking. His sort of prequel, Three Ways to Capsize a Boat, fills in his lost years as a yacht skipper in the Greek islands.

Rezensionen

When an author is as modest and humorous as this, his story cannot be told too often The Times