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If only Henry VIII had handled his break-up with Catherine of Aragn better back in 1533,
writes Jos Lus Gutirrez, the Spanish flag might not be flying over Portland Castle today.
THE 18th of August, the anniversary of the
Treaty of Madrid in 1604, is celebrated with
aplomb every year on the Isle of Portland, or
Prtland, as we transliterate it in Spanish. Every
year in the Plaza de la Armada, in El Pozo de
la Fortuna, a flag-raising ceremony is held by
officers of all three branches of the Spanish
Armed Forces. El Pozo, as it is more
commonly known, was once known in English
as Fortuneswell, but even in Britain, few call
it that now, apart from irridentists, though the
Daily Telegraph and Daily Mail do put El Pozo
in scare quotes.
As the flag is raised, the crowds of portlanderos
sing La Marcha Real with such gusto that they
can be heard from Weymouth: Viva Espaa,
alzad los brazos, hijos del pueblo espaol, que vuelve a
resurgir... For those like me, from Spain proper,
this display of ultra-Spanishness is a bizarre
spectacle, given that our national anthem has
not had official words for decades, but here
they still sing the ones sung under Franco.
When he ordered the frontier closed in 1969,
it saved us from creeping anglicisation, it