It’s the middle of October and 32 deg C! There’s one thing about this place, there’s always so much to do – a very positive thing which conveniently manages to occupy our time when it could easily be spent on unproductive things like worrying and fretting.
We have set ourselves the task of building a monster retaining wall which will need to be something like two metres deep, six metres long and four metres high. This is to stop the bank falling away during the rainy season, and support the workshop building directly above. No concrete and blocks for us (and anyway, construction here is currently verboten) and whether it’s true or not we’ve heard tell that the police have been known to patrol around our nearest village listening for the sound of cement mixers.
Instead, we will use nature’s bounty, stones and rocks, formed over millennia, that surround us. This place is absolutely vast and everywhere we look there must be millions of tons of loose rock just waiting for us to come along and liberate it.
Another of today’s tasks was to rake up some more of the brushcutter’s victims – the woody bushes that present such a fire hazard all year round to us.
Job done, the Mitsubishi dragged the ex-foliage off to a place where it can be burned safely during the winter when we are shrouded in mist and dampness. We don’t want someone to make our business their business and denounce us for burning stuff without the necessary paperwork and permissions! Ah, this country, full of busybodies with beady eyes which is probably a legacy from Franco’s days.
There was just time at the end of the day to plant a huge agave or two down by the front gate which, as they expand in girth, will deter all but the most intrepid intruder from entering into our sacred place.
A few days ago, on the other side of the gate, which was a little more exposed, we built a little retaining wall and planted a load of these saw-toothed predators.
Each task was punctuated by a tea or coffee, breakfast, lunch and watching something interesting on Netflix. As I said, there’s so much to do and much of it appears daunting without the necessary resources but – do you remember the old song about the ant moving the rubber tree plant?