Please allow me to introduce myself.
The bit about me that seems to intrigue people the most is whether I am male or female. Personally, I cannot see why this makes one iota of difference. I have now met, in person, 5 journalists and a further two of the magnificent 6, and all of them can recognise me, name me, and tell you my gender. These are non-important points, because they don’t change anything.
My blog name, Elça Craig, has already been identified as a joke based on the island of Ailsa Craig, in the Firth of Clyde. The island is close to Turnberry golf course, and it is famous as the world’s best source of curling stones. It happens to be ‘close’ to where I grew up, and I love the sea.
What are the important points about me?
I happen to have two degrees from two top quality UK universities. All that means is I have got a brain and I can use it.
I happen to have retired, so I have time to spare on my interests. If you have read my blog, you should have worked out that in December 2017, I was constructing a boule pitch for my beloved, in our back garden. And I was digging a vegetable patch for our 7-year-old grandson, because I wanted him to have a memorable Christmas for his first year in Portelas.
After family, I very much like cooking, then Formula 1, then football. Everton v Manchester United is coming up soon. After that lot has been squeezed in, there is time for the disappearance of Madeleine McCann.
And by pure fluke we washed up in Luz. Before we did, I had no interest in the Madeleine McCann tale. After we did, I had no choice, because 49 stories out of 50 about Luz revolve around Madeleine.
A soupçon of brain, a splash of spare time, living in Maddieville. It’s a simple recipe.
You should have worked out by now that if I have dug the boule pitch, dug the vegetable patch, enjoy F1 and football, that I am male.
Does it make a difference? I have started today on my 2018 herb garden, because I like cooking good food. I have been working for some time on the 2018 F1 calendar, because for each race I want to lay in a representative local drink (typically beer), together with some local hand food – no plates, knives or forks permitted. I enjoy cooking. A drink, a snack, and F1. My idea of a good recipe.
In 2018, our family has a succession of significant birthdays. A ‘when I get older, losing my hair’. A 70th, two quick-fire 40ths, and a late season 21st. Then there is 11 Nov 2018, and we live on the farm of the poppy. Plus little things like the football and the F1.
Much to do. Much to do.
By the way, I was asked by an Algarve reporter, roughly 3 months ago, if I still do Luz Tours. I do. The person I was with was on one at the time. It had nothing to do with the reporter.