Jade Angeles Fitton

Finding my family roots in Spain

A part of our history was nearly lost

  • From Spectator Life
The town of Cudillero in Asturias, Spain (iStock)

The sun had sunk behind the mountains that surrounded the harbour of Cudillero, a small fishing town in Asturias. My hair was still wet from the sea. Two old men were sitting next to us, chatting loudly in Spanish while my husband, father, and I ate bonito pate.

Despite being a shy child, my grandfather was keen to prove his masculinity as a shepherd

‘It’s full of English and Germans with their caravans,’ said the man with a baby-blue jumper slung over his shoulders.

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