Monday 1st: forecast partly cloudy. This must be the cloud then...
After lunch I took the dogs along the GR7 in the direction of el Golco, we didn't get all the way to the river as the path, which is narrow at the best of times, was non-existent at the final stretch downhill to the river. It curves round a ridge of loose shingley shale type of rock, and after the heavy showers of the previous weekend the path was not that obvious so we turned back.
Looking down towards the river, golden poplar trees line the river bed, el Golco to the left and Mecina Bombaron to the right.
Standards of living vary round here, not every one has a solid roof, electricity or even running water. But if you've lived like that all your life then you don't miss what you've never had. This is a cortijo near us...
.....it belongs to 3 different members of one family and one end is still lived in by an elderly man. His roof is leaking and he has been cutting down trees, stripping off the bark and somehow dragging the trunks up to try and repair his roof. Wooden beams first, then canes and flat stones, plastic next and launa which is clay, on top. The launa dries out and becomes a waterproof barrier.
No running water at the house, no problem, do your washing at the fuente and drape your shirts on the fence...
A couple of days later the forecast was cloudy with a bit of sun, although the clouds were black and threatening. I took my umbrella out on our afternoon walk just in case, sunglasses as well because the sun is low and bright in my eyes, I ended up carrying my sweatshirt as it was so warm.
Now that's a cloud! I was going to call this 'black and blue'
And our neighbour's yuccas in full bloom.
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