A tragic story questioning the meaning of love within marriages, affairs, friendships and ultimately with Sun Sharers. It exemplifies true love, bad love and unrequited love where the grey areas of the dubious spiritual world colour what is considered to be 'Real Life'. There’s a beautiful place in Catalonia called Yapanc.It has beautiful people bathed in a beautiful light reflected from the beautiful sea and is tranquilo – quiet, fresh and alive. The local Health Service actually works, the good schools are free to all and there’s very little traffic so it is easy to park in the centre of the sleepy neighbouring town called Palafrio. When you shop, you go to Palafrio’s markets for your locally caught fresh fish and other produce. Simple, loose and unpackaged food that you carry around in your hand-woven basket feeling relaxed, having spent time talking to your friends and eating breakfast together sitting outside one of the little cafes in the pretty square. Then you go home refreshed and happy, feeling at one with a simple life built around real genuine people who share that simplicity. When the sun goes down you can stand on the hill above Yapanc by El Far – The Lighthouse and watch the sun set behind the hills to the west of Palafrio that is spread far below you, feeling at one with the real world. In my ‘home’ of Yapanc I have ‘Real Life’ where less is truly more.There’s a place I originally thought was beautiful in Cheshire called Tettenhill.My friends were the beautiful people but are now forgotten acquaintances, which in fact they always were. It constantly seemed to be grey and rainy but as I was always working away from ‘home’, I can’t be totally sure, so maybe it was just dismal in my heart and mind. You would wait days for a doctor’s appointment and then see a locum; pay twelve thousand pounds a year for your child to be in the right school for the right ‘friends’ and always queue in traffic on the A51 at any time of the day. These queues stretched right into the Sainsbury’s car park, even when we went in early or late to miss the stampede for processed and over-packaged food, taken away in a host of plastic bags. It was a frustrating place. Overheating with people who were preoccupied with possessions like cars and TVs. There were always things to do and so it developed into a meaningless drive to nothingness for many individuals and not just me. So this was not ‘Real Life’ and therefore many people were not truly happy. There is also a hill above Tettenhill as in Yapanc. This is reached via a stunningly beautiful footpath through a valley called Dingle Dell where the trees form a natural tunnel as they lean into the sun. If you walked up this trail you reached a window on the west where you could turn and contemplate the same sunset as in Catalonia but behind the distant Welsh Hills. You could feel at one with the world and be a Sun sharer with a loved one in Yapanc – but of course it’s England and there’s no time to take spiritually uplifting strolls like that.
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