J returned to England this afternoon, flying with the truly appalling Ryanair shower to Stansted from our nearest local airport, Almeria. When I left her at the airport, the flight was already scheduled as likely to be about 30 minutes late. So, hopefully, it went okay, when it went!
I struggled back along the coast and up into the hills in high August temps. It was reading about 30 degrees in the shade when I got back to the house about 15:00. Only now is it beginning to cool a bit, with a light refreshing breeze from time to time. Thankfully.
Beginning to get used to the heat here but it’s still overpowering at times. We think we must have some air conditioning installed just so we can sleep easier at night.
Jack has been to the hairdresser again. Only 20 Euros for a good, fast all-over cut. It must be so much better for him. He was panting a bit and finding it tiresome, I’m sure:
The dog-groomer keeps horses and has recently lost her own dog, which took off with a pack of wandering hounds a few weeks ago and hasn’t been seen since. Sadly, she doesn’t expect to see it again.
From her home, a rambling old farmhouse accesssed at the end of a long, twisty dusty track, there were good views of the highest peak in mainland Spain, Mulhacen. Even now, with months of frying temps behind us and more to come, there are pockets of snow on its flanks:
She also has fine general views across to one of the nearby towns, Cadiar, which used to be much loved by visiting Brits due to it having a few decentish bars, banks and builders merchants:
Those bloody Olive trees are ubiquitous hereabouts, though she also had wonderfully fragrant, Pepper trees growing around the house. It’s the first time I’ve come across these and they really are lovely. A local author, Chris Stewart, wrote a book a few years ago which referred to these things and still I hadn’t taken on board the fact that they grow abundantly locally:
I was out on foot a few days ago, heading down to the village centre then back up – wearily in the heat – to the house. Each time I go on foot, I use a different route, set of pitched lanes. It’s a good way to get to know the place again. As I laboured up this lane: