The tens of thousands of Galicians who left north-west Spain to migrate to the UK between the mid-1950s and early 1970s, swapping poverty and the straitjacket of the Franco dictatorship for a strange, liberating and often unfathomable new home, endured shock after shock.
For some, it was the mysterious sprawl of the London tube network; for others, the equally labyrinthine and bewildering British class system. Then there was the lack of the turnip tops so necessary for making a familiar vat of caldo. For the late Amalia López, however, it was forever having to say no to a cup of Sean Connery’s undrinkable black coffee.
