I know, I know, it’s been an age since I’ve posted. The longer nights and colder days inspire hibernation. However, a few days in Spain broke the sleepy spell and these are the postcards from the trip.
Stepping from the car immediately excites the olfactory senses. Jasmine, although late in its season still lingers in the air, joined by the honey scent of alyssum now invading any bare earth available.
Unlike the north of England where much of our vegetation is now leafless and browning, Andalusia looks much greener than the barren rock faces of the harsh summer months. I believe a government grant has created a profusion of mango plantations, and lines of stakes now occupy the hillsides with plastic bags covering the new plants. The region has turned into Mangoland. The olive trees are laden, harvesting has begun and the almonds are shedding the fruits of their year’s labour. Late blooms occupy the domination of prickly pears in the uncultivated areas.
Gardens still display a varied palate of colour.
While other plants battle for space.
The sun, lower in the sky, casts a golden glow for much of the day until the haze shut it out of the way, making me see the coastline in black and white.
I’m wondering why I didn’t climb that rock? Probably because someone mentioned lunch!