Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

Back in the valley at last after being caught in London for four days by the volcanic dust cloud. Ryanair were their normal bloody-minded selves and we came back with Easyjet to Malaga. Stansted was like a tomb when we came through late on Saturday night, never seen it so civilised. The drive up from Malaga was quick, no traffic and soon the last stretch of the coastal motorway will be open leaving us very well connected.

Orange blossom

Orange blossom

It’s surprising how quickly we have accustomed ourselves to the new motorway from the valley to the coast and now popping down to the coast for sundowners is not the onerous task it once was. The valley is full of orange blossom at the moment and the humming of the bees sounds like the distant drone of aircraft. They are so full of nectar they seem to be drunk and show no interest in us at all, occasionally bumping into us apologetically on their way back to the hives. It really is idyllic here at the moment and warm to boot. All the rain of the winter has made the place verdant almost beyond belief and there are flowers everywhere. People are starting to appear in the valley, looking very pale and drawn if from northern climes but after a few days here they look so much better and healthier.¬†
Paradise found!