It’s been six months since I first put digits to keyboard and started this blog. Coincidentally, according to the statistics, the 9th of June saw the blog reach 1,000 views. Now, while this is hardly an earth shattering performance, it’s more than I expected when it started and to be honest, I don’t really know what I expected. It began, with the idea of wittering on, in a hopefully, humourous way about coming to Spain, how we bought a place, the walks and life in general and for the most part, I think I’ve achieved that. What do you think? Along the way, photos have been added, Mrs S has done sterling work in her role as editor in chief and has not used her power of veto at all. She has suggested from time to time that I might want to rephrase something or that perhaps it would be better “Not to go there” but to her credit, she hasn’t forced any issue.
We’re going back to the UK in a short while and the weather reports have not been encouraging and the election news even less so. We leave the country for 11 weeks and look what happens! I’m all for defecting but Mrs S misses her children and grandchildren, so it looks like I either take on the role of a hermit here or go back to the UK until the next time. That was an easy decision, so the next blog will be from a place not in Spain. That said, Mrs S has mixed feelings about our time here coming to an end. It’s one of those grass is always greener type of things. She loves it when she’s here but is equally happy once back at home again.
Currently though, we are still in Spain and getting on with things. For anyone who is even remotely interested and not scarred from the last blog, the toilet is stable and working a treat. Mrs S has also banned me from going in there with any kind of work tool whatsoever, which isn’t a problem for me. The lace making continues and a second, more difficult piece is under way, this time in white and not the four colours of the previous one. The unexpected but added bonus for Mrs S is that she’s getting more at ease with speaking and hearing Spanish with her unofficial tutor. She said that one on one, with no pressure is really helping and I have to say, it shows. We’ve even peaked earlier than planned and have started talking to each other in Spanish, albeit only short pieces but it’s helping us both. So, with the planned increase in learning Spanish, we will hopefully be able to understand more and in turn, speak more, the next time.
As the weather has become a lot hotter, we haven’t walked as much as we’d have liked but as the weather cools towards the end of the year, we’ll be here and raring to go. We still have the evening paseo but that has slipped back and we are now going out not long before 9pm, to be able to walk in the cooler temperatures. The sunsets are beginning to get better, there’s more reds and pinks as the sun disappears behind the horizon and the many bats come out of hiding early. I’ve learned one important thing and that is not to use my fingers to pretend a bat has landed on Mrs S’s neck. I can assure you, there was no violence and no screams either but I won’t (probably) be doing that again. I thought she had an affinity with bats because a couple of years ago, we were watching “The Dark Knight” the second of the trilogy with Christian Bale as Batman. We were in the UK and it must have been quite warm because the patio doors were open.Anyway, if you haven’ t seen the film, there’s a part where Batman activates some sort of signal on his Clarks Pathfinders and say’s he is waiting for back-up. Shortly after, thousands of bats appear to assist him in his moment of need. While this is happening a leaf blows in from the garden and onto the floor in the house. The leaf moves further into the room and Mrs S gets up to throw it out, at which point she realises that the leaf is actually, yes, you’ve guessed it, a bat! It’s trying to fly, whilst still on the floor. Mrs S the leaf lover becomes Mrs S, the almost standing on a chair, type of person. As there wasn’t an axe handy, I got the dustpan and brush out of the cupboard and held the pan in front of the bat, who very kindly flapped his way onto it. I took it out of the house and with the words “You’re free” in my mind, launched the bat up into the air, to see it surprisingly, flap it’s wings and fly off in search of who knows what. Then, of course, the patio doors had to be closed before we could watch the rest of the film and with Mrs S, back to her normal self.
“The strange case of the disappearing village”.
Those of you who know Sedella will know what I’m talking about now but the few others who brave these pages may not know, that, you can have a great view of the village at one point in the day and less than thirty minutes later, it’s doing it’s best to disappear. We’ve seen this a few times over the past few years but it’s still a surprise each time. This particular time was after 1pm and followed a very hot morning, so when the mist came spreading through the village, I saw that it had made the terrace wet and called Mrs S outside to see. Of course, the cool and wet mist was a bit of a treat after the hot weather, so we both stood there, letting the droplets work their magic and watching as the mist wafted around, hiding, then revealing different parts of the village. It’s an eerie atmosphere, it goes very very quiet. No children running about, no birds singing and a real bonus of no sparrows repetitively chirping. So, there you have it. Not as exciting as the title may have promised but something different to what we normally experience.
As you can see, I still have trouble with getting pictures exactly where I’d like them but it’s almost arty this way.
As the mist cleared and the temperature returned, business returned to normal for June but later on that evening, when the temperature had dropped again, we went out for our “paseo. We took a different route (the excitement never stops with us) and headed out of the village and up to a small hut that overlooks the landscape down to the sea. You can also see the village of Salares from here and as we climbed up, we could hear loud engine noises and looking south of Salares, we saw a long line of cars heading towards it. As they came nearer, we could see there were Mini’s, Citroen 2 CV’s, Mercedes and all manner of what could be described as classic cars, some with louder exhausts than others. No sooner had the convoy turned into Salares, when another convoy came along and again, turned into the village. We thought no more about it and sat and watched the sun disappearing behind the hills, whilst brushing off the increasing presence of midges and other assorted beasties intent on having a nibble. We took the hint and walked down the hill but not before getting a decent sunset picture. We passed the goatherd, cajoling the goats to go in the direction he wanted and back into the village. The light was fading fast and we heard the roar of engines coming closer. The convoy had left Salares and was coming through Sedella, on it’s way to who knows where. There were children in the playground and they rushed to the roadside to watch the cars driving past and there where whoops of glee when one of the cars backfired and then shot flames from the rear. How the children loved that bit.
So, that’s about the lot for now. As I’ve managed six months, I should reward you loyal readers with a shortened blog. The end.
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