Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

My daughter, her husband and my two grandsons have been here for the last couple of weeks and as always, the time came for one of Granddad’s adventures.  Michelle knows better by now to get involved in my adventures, so she settled herself down in the garden with Carmen and waited to see what disaster would befall her family this time, but she didn´t call the ambulance so she can`t  have been that worried.  Well, Max had been saying that he wanted to go in my 4×4 so off we went, Darrin, Max, Ollie and me.  Max had also said that he wanted to go in the river, so off we went to the head of the reservoir where the river enters and there are lots of gravel flats, ideal for 4×4´íng.  First we did a foot recce  and had a good old splash-about in the river and then back into the 4×4 for an adventure.  All went well until we hit a patch of mud, the back wheels dug in and it was immediately obvious that we weren´t gong any further,  So we all got out, walked across the mud and the river to the bank.  I decided to call Keith, my trusty mucker and accomplished “getter-outer of the ****” of yours truly.  He turned up with his 4×4, but after a lot of tugging and digging in we got nowhere, so calling it a day we clambered aboard his 4×4 and he took us home, there to get the regulation ear-bashing from Carmen, who understands nothing of the needs of the male psyche to be pushed to the limit.  The boys said they were all set of an adventure the next day, and so I had a beer and stuck an ice-cube in my ear to remedy Dr Carmen’s callous treatment of intrepid adventurers, then called Juan Manuel of Tierra Excavators, and we agreed to meet the next morning for a recovery exercise.  We did and as soon as he entered the lake he promptly sunk up the engine of his JCB and had to get out by using his hydraulic buckets to “walk” the JCB to a safe spot.  We attached a strop to the bucket and he pulled me out bit by bit, leapfrogging the JCB every time it got stuck.  It was an education to see how he handled his machine and he is a real master, well worth the money I had to pay him, about five euros for every minute of the adventure of the day before.  I think Michelle was a bit proud that her warnings to the kids had come true and that all Granddad’s adventures end in disaster, but at least the boys have a story to tell their friends when they get back to UK.

Help on its way

Help on its way

First try

First try

JCB stuck

JCB stuck

Nearly there

Nearly there

Intrepid adventurer (and back-up)

Intrepid adventurer (and back-up)