Tales of the Lecrin Valley

A personal view of life in an andalusian village.

What a fantastic week this has been weather-wise.  Temperatures in the high twenties, not a cloud in the sky, and what a beautiful deep blue sky it has been.  Cool in the evenings, which is great after the heat of summer, and cool crisp mornings ideal for walking in the hills hereabouts.  A great reminder of how lovely it is to live here in the valley.  There are so many fruits in season at the moment that jam-making is a full-time occupation and the oranges in my garden are starting to turn colour, reminding me that November is not that far off, even if the weather belies it. Business-wise, house sales are at an all-time low, which is hardly surprising considering the state of the world’s economy, but surprising if you see the fantastic offers there are to be had now.  Anyway, if I have to suffer a depression anywhere, this is the place to do it.  Rentals are starting to pick up for Inmaculada and New Year and I am feeling a bit less annoyed with Consuls-in-General, but I’m sure some other kind of bureaucracy will soon sort that out.  Quarterly tax and VAT bills spring to mind.  Seems that I am supporting the rest of Spain with my contributions to the Social Security at over thirty per-cent per annum.  Slightly exasperating when you see all the unemployed in the bars spending their dole money and I am too busy working to join them.  Hey-ho.  Still have my health so can’t complain.