Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

As promised, some photographs of the cemetery, dressed overall.  Although it is still a few days before All Saints Day, the sun was out this morning whilst I was driving to Albuñuelas, so I thought I´d take the opportunity to  pop into Saleres cemetery and take a few snaps. 

Ready for All Saints Day

Ready for All Saints Day

It was very pretty, if a little nostalgic, as I walked amongst the tombs of many of the people, young and old, that I had known during my time here in the village.  Old age or motorbikes seem to be the prime causes of the deaths of the villagers.  The most poignant tombs were those of Antonio One and Cristine Trimbee, both of whom had been neighbours.  The tombs normally have a photograph of the incumbent, and to see Antonio looking over my shoulder with that great smile of his, was a little disconcerting.  It is St James Day this weekend, and as he is the patron saint of Saleres he will be carried in procession around the village on Friday. 

Dressed overall

Dressed overall

Saturday night is disco night so no sleep that night.  The bar in the square should be opening on 30th October so that’s a result, and  I hope it brings in enough trade to keep it going, as we  desperately need some point of focus in the village.