|the view from the bathroom window was one of my favourites.|
It reminded us of seaside visits to Devon and Cornwall from our own childhood and when our children were little. We hadn't expected that. Our daughter's new house was still very much a work in progress but we don't mind that sort of thing. It nestles into the hillside on a very steep winding road with views out over the sea and across the coastline where you can see the remains of the sugar cane plantations which feed the last remaining sugar processing factory in Europe.
|The sugar cane factory|
|the fluffy stuff is sugar cane|
We walked past the slowly deteriorating buildings with the air full of the smell of treacle and imagined them making sugar inside, but no, they don't turn the cane into sugar, but into alcohol which is then shipped along the coast to Motril where they make it into rum. I expect that when the factory finally closes the alcohol will be imported from abroad. Such a shame really.
We explored the rock pools with the air full of a strange odour of seaside and grannies treacle cake. It was a beautiful warm day and our daughter swam in the sea, but even though we are veterans of swimming in the English channel and also the north sea on the Scottish coast, we dipped our toes and deemed it too cold. How very quickly we have acclimatized to the Spanish way of life.
We ate marvelous fishy meals that we definitely don't get in Extremadura, but if you are near the coast, well you simply must!!
|Sword fish with wild mushrooms in a mustard sauce|
We went to a flea market and bought a vintage coffee grinder that gave Steve an enjoyable day in the garage cleaning and repairing it and it now hangs on the wall of the kitchen looking for all the world like it has always been there.
Our finca sitters had a marvelous time and went reluctantly home to Scotland and back to their ordinary lives... enthusiastically talking of returning next year - which is great since they coped with everything here really well. And before we knew it we are back into the routine of up early with the geese and chickens and walking the dog and painting the house and making presents for Christmas. Looking ahead to the olive harvest which begins in December and the culling of the rest of the geese. And then winter begins and I have a new project planned to wile away the cold rainy days and its one that I am very much looking forward to. More on that later... but just to give you a clue....