Finally, we get to visit our new house.

 

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Evening walk, finds goats feeding.

We didn’t have to wait too long to finally get into our house, as we had flights booked for early June. We knew we had some furniture and white goods there and a little crockery, so we wouldn’t be going into a completely empty house. Mrs S had some ideas for things to take out but we were limited by the amount of stuff we could get into hold and hand baggage. As it was bought to be a holiday home, we thought that a week there would give us an idea of further things we might need but I have to say, the bags were filled to the maximum with all sorts of bits and bobs, including four run of the mill breakfast bowls…..

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Blog pages

Well, I’ve been trying to make the webpage open with the homepage, instead of going into the blogs. I’ve been led to believe this is the better way to run the site.

I managed to do this (no applause please) but then had the home page with another home page underneath. I’m currently in the process of attempting to find out how I’ve duplicated this in a menu driven system

Despite the above, this is not a rant, more of a “letting it all out” type of thing and to let you know that I’m trying to get things right, whilst writing another post. So, don’t give up and keep looking in, if only to see how chaotic I can make things, without even trying.

GOOD NEWS. There will be a new post soon.

Here are two more photos by way of compensation.

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Sedella from the North
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Sedella, looking North.

All Images © 2008- TheSlowWalkers

So, how did we end up in Southern Spain? Part three.

Having returned to the UK, we turned our minds to the last visit to the village and what we thought about the house. This was also while getting ready for the inevitable Christmas fever. Don’t get me wrong, we love Christmas and we enjoy Christmas but does the run up have to be like being in a rugby match whenever you leave the safety of home?

We both felt that buying a place in Spain was a big step and I’d say that we did our best to research everything we could about not only the area but also the purchasing side of things. Of course, the estate agent had told us that he had a solicitor who would carry out the whole process for us and because he “knew” people, it would be done quickly. We tended to think that we would be the ones “done quickly” and so resisted his advances, despite being told that other people were interested in the property.

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So, how did we end up in southern Spain. Part two.

Still in Asturias and after a fretful nights sleep, seemingly dominated by scenarios of onrushing milk tankers and sheer drops, we took a trip over to Llanes, a mediaeval town with small fishing port, boasting a picturesque harbour with colourfully painted “memory cubes” surrounding the end of the harbour. It’s a bright and fun addition although time had dulled the colours a little but still, a great way to liven up blocks of concrete.

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Llanes harbour & memory cubes

 

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Llanes memory cubes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So, how did we end up in southern Spain? Part one.

It was 2008 and a typical June evening in the UK, overcast and raining and we were watching “A Place in the Sun,” featuring properties in Asturias. The scenery was stunning and after revelling in the programme, we looked online for more information and the sort of prices expected in different areas. From the internet, we established that the rainfall can be similar to the UK, it isn’t called “Green Spain” for nothing and the scenery is every bit as good as was seen on the TV. I’d only just reached the grand young age of 50 and Mrs S was a little behind me but we thought about holidaying as we got older and the rainfall scenario didn’t score many points. That said, neither of us likes to just sit in the sun and bake but we did envisage wanting to be warm. So, we booked a week in September in Asturias and a week in the hills away from Malaga in the November.

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