Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

Image result for bee-eatersI haven’t exactly been dragged kicking and screaming into the nuclear age, but I happen to think that steam has more character and is more in keeping with the image of the valley.  Anyway, I have edged cautiously towards the future and we now have an all-singing, all-dancing website which is much easier to administer and still contains my flowery prose, much to the disgust of the RSS/XML feed tecnicos who say their uploading programmes don’t recognise such alien features as adjectives, adverbs, superlatives (of which the valley is full,) and would I mind just putting the bare facts in the text and not superfluous words and phrases.  Well I do mind and will have to find a way around this.  I don’t just want to sell houses but am trying to interest potential buyers in the ambience, character and lifestyle associated with living in this little pieece of Paradise.  I have nothing against Full English Breakfasts, Watney’s Red Barrel, chicken coops painted white and piled one on top of the other next to the costas, but not in my valley thank you very much.  This is the authentic side of Spain, flamenco, romerias, fiestas, oranges, lemons, goats, local characters and all.  The orange harvest has just about finished and spring has sprung big-time.  The orange blossom is starting to fill the valley with an undescribable fragrance, the bees are busy working sunrise to sunset, much to the delight of the bee-eaters who are out and about, their brilliant flashes of colour accentuated by their swolln stomachs, the weeds are as high as an elephant’s eye and the sun is seeping into my bones as soon as I leave the office.  If all this appeals to you, see the new website www.lecrinvalleyproperty.com and come down and see me in Melegis.