Pa's Birthday party
father John was 80 at the beginning of the month and a large family
party had been arranged for him at his golf club. We flew in the
day before Pondson came up from Plymouth and we all had a great
time. The cake was decorated with a hand of bridge (he is a very
good player) and the immediate famly had clubbed together to buy
two lovely prints of the aircraft carriers that he did his National
Service on. It was great to see his reaction as he opened the prints
and then hear him talk about his experiences on board.
was a flying visit for me and I was back in Mas the next day, while
PG stayed on for a few days to see family and friends.
Manuel drove up to the bar we had just lunched at with a sick puppy
on the passenger seat. While he went in for a drink, we took it
out and gave it some of the water we had. He was very thirsty and
just looking very sad.
few days later, after a good worming, he was perky as anything.
It has been a cooler mistier Spring than usual, although we have
not had a lot of rain up until the end of this month (more of which
later). It certainly maker pruning easier to do, although if you
try collecting the cutting, your gloves get soaked throgh in minutes
Rain man cometh
Well, when it did rain it did so with a vengance. It started Thursday
21st during the afternoon and went into the night accompanied by
the most tremendous thunder storm (again, more of which later).
the morning, we had had 65mm rain and by the end of the weekend
we had had over double that. In Spanish terms, that wasn't a lot,
but it was enough to collapse a dirt slope onto the cars below in
the new car park opposite the village Adjuntament.
barranc started flowing past the our finca immediately and kept
it up for the next 10 days, which just showed how much rain had
fallen on the hills behind us.
van is still in the car park and likely to stay there by the look
This years pruning has produced some great wood for our log pile.
Keeping it all cut up into firewood, feels like painting the Forth
or Mist ?
Another lovely bank of cloud hiding our finca from the early morning
sun. The difference from the bright sunshine at the village and
the misty trees above was quite surreal.