I absolutely loved this book. I came to it expecting a rather standard memoir of life in the countryside, but was very happily surprised by Richardson's thoughtful musings and reflections.
As the planet moves seemingly inexorably towards disaster, reading about Richardson and his Spanish husband's move towards self sufficiency in a smallholding in Spain was a breath of fresh air. Drawing strongly from Thoreau, Richardson advocates a debt free life where you produce as much as you can for yourself in order to allow yourself greater freedom. The less you need, the less you need to earn.
He models the old fashioned virtues of make do and mend, with a strong modern sense of eco awareness. And although the book is a slice of life, ostensibly set over two different years in the valley - an early year when they first started out, and a later pandemic year, it is also a book of musings, of contemplations, of reflections on living a life that goes against the modern grain but which is also a balm for the soul in a our mass produced, consumer driven, ailing world.
The food descriptions are wonderful, as you would expect from someone who is better known as a food writer. The hard work and occasional disgustingness are not glossed over or romanticised, and the basic brutality of raising animals for the slaughter is faced head on with a whole section on the slaughter of that year's pig - which happened on site, with the processing of the body into meat and other associated products done by over the course of a very bloody, fatty messy week.
Again, I loved the book. I highly recommend it and it absolutely stands out from the crop of other rather standard Brit abroad memoirs.