Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

Well, the weather has finally changed and with a vengeance.  Plummeting temperatures, snow on the hills as low as seven hundred metres, flurries in Albuñueles and Pinos and -1ºC last night.  Not enough rain, according to the farmers, but at least the orange flies will not be attacking the oranges as was feared, or not until May, anyway.  The ski station is operating and although they still need the snow cannons for the lower sections there is plenty of snow on the higher slopes.  I have been grounded as I had a detached retina earlier this year and am not supposed to take any falls or knocks.  (As if.)  Besides, it is always my ribs that get damaged and not my head, which is well nigh impregnable, Carmen says.