Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

After a month of torrential rain, floods, pest and famine I am finally able to write a word or two.  It rained solid for about a week just before Christmas and then for a couples of weeks afterwards.  Roads and bridges were out, ceilings collapsed, water pipes destroyed and so on. The damage wasn´t confined to one area but spread from Pinos del Valle to Albuñuelas and all points in between.  Collapsed bridge in SaleresWe were frantically trying to move people from damaged houses to alternative accommodation but soon ran out of these as the houses were all full for the New Year.  I was drenched for about ten days, running from house to house attempting to do running repairs and came down with a stinking cold, as did Keith, our maintenance boss.  Now we are in the process of getting all the houses back into shape for this year’s rentals.  There was many a time over the last month when I was working in the rain to effect some repair or other when I could have thrown it all up in the air and said, “Sod it!!!” but now the sun is shining and there is no rain forecast for another week, so it all seems a distant dream (nightmare.)  When I can I´ll get back into writing more but for the time being I have to get the tax return in and paid, so don´t hold your breath.