Driving Over Lemons, Chris Stewart’s book about Andalucia, is a book I have not read. But I don’t need to. The title itself brilliantly encapsulates the incongruity a foreign land can reveal – in this case a place where citrus fruit is so plentiful that car tyres pulp them as if they were no more than windfallen cherry blossom.
Such incongruity came into my mind last summer as
