The storm force 10 winds subsided at about four this morning and finally we were able to nod off. Not that we were particularly nervous, but the racket made it impossible to have any semblance of a good sleep as new sounds seemed to come with each fresh gust. So, last night we slept downstairs in the room furthest away from the din but even then we were treated to the scraping of the desiccated vine leaves/branches against the extension’s four windows – sounding for all the world like a coven of witches scratching their long fingernails across the glass – a bit of routine mischief just to torment us.
Amazingly, there is very little out of place and the cabin has lived to fight another day. It would’ve been great if I could have captured the wind on a photograph to show you here!
We were surprised the two weeping mulberry and the figs on the terrace above us still have most of their leaves on as I believe the main reason that trees shed their leaves during autumn is so they have less exposure to strong winds. Both mulberries and figs are large-leafed and if they don’t drop their leaves soon, they could be in serious danger of their slender trunks snapping; not the first time we’ve seen this phenomenon. The piece of wood that Joe spied yesterday that had worked itself loose is nowhere to be found this morning. Urgent repair needed here!
Strange country, this (#1). Litter collection. There are recycling and rubbish facilities in plastic skips in each village that someone’s spent a lot of money on camouflaging with wooden panels. As I wrote about in an earlier post, the camouflage doesn’t really work because of the waste strewn all around the floor. This picture shows one of the three industrial size skips around us, all situated in areas of outstanding natural beauty and not a pretty sight with longstanding debris scattered to the four winds. Doesn’t give visitors a very good impression, does it?
Strange country, this (#2). Fires. The more we live here the more we seem to unearth random and curious laws and customs, not always supported by comprehensive legislation. I wrote the other day about our brush with the bomberos (firemen) earlier this year who told us quite clearly that people could legitimately have fires from December until April as it’s deemed a safe period. But, they warned, not people like you who live so close to the Parque Natural and if we want to have a tidy up and burn the foliage, then we have to get a permiso in writing from the town hall. We did wonder at the time whether it’s one rule for the Spanish and quite another for we extranjeros – it is well nigh impossible to try and get clarification via the internet.
So, seeing all these ‘safe’ fires going on around the place, by locals who presumably know the law inside out, I was surprised to hear the unmistakable drone of The Water Helicopter as it hove into view. A sight more common when the ground is tinderbox dry. Here it is in all its glory, coming from the coast inland towards Granada. It wasn’t interested in anything local, it obviously had bigger fish to fry.
Will I eventually get a huge fine that I can’t pay or will I be flung into jail? Who knows; the suspense is killing me.