What else will we find?

Our front garden is full of polystyrene balls, multiplying by the day. It appears the delightful people we bought the house from have left us with an attic full of loose balls that are now making their way out through our eaves. I'm not impressed!

Second room finished

...though to be fair, I just scrubbed the walls with strong cleaning fluids. The only room that was half decent to start with.

The only painting was the ceiling, doorframe and door...but still, it's nice to have another room 'done'.

Happy.

Kitchen

First room is painted, washing machine and fridge are connected and working - and the washing machine is so silent it plays a little song to tell you when it's finished.

All our stuff is also, finally, in our home. Last of house moving is complete. Just the nesting now! :-)

This is London

Wouldn't find this kind of thing in Sandhurst! ;-)

First night in new home

This is what I woke up to, having slept, slightly uncomfortably, in the spare room... Guests will be happy to know that it's a lovely room to sleep in, and will soon have a sofa bed and blackout blinds.

I'm also delighted to discover that the master bedroom and bathroom get sunshine in the morning. I hope this always happens!

Sunset

A beautiful sunset to celebrate one year and one day married.

Last two days

We had the roof of the yurt open last night, which was beautiful, though the brightest stars were out of view. The moonlight was bright, casting heavy shadows, making the nighttime scene eerily like a dim, silver daytime.

The air was cool last night and we comfortably and peacefully slept under our duvet, waking at half seven, the light stirring us an hour and a half earlier than usual.

We have two more days and two more nights. Tonight we'll have our last dark yurt night and we'll open up again for the last night, to wake us early, ready for our drive back to Seville. The moon is growing so I imagine the night will be even brighter.

Not sure what we're doing for the next two days. Probably taking advantage of the climbing temperatures to do nothing but laze around in the shade, reading, swimming, eating and chatting. My idea of heaven.

Thought I'd share a photo of where I am when I write, so you can see. This is my internet hotspot!

Little things

A big black sow wandered past our breakfast table yesterday. Jasmine, the neighbour's pet, is apparently very friendly, but she seemed more interested in snuffling out some delicacies for herself than making friends.

The dogs still bark, the birds sing and the roosters crow all day.

We had the additional tones of a local man driving around in circles shouting into his loudspeaker - melones, melones! Rich, sweet and fat! But obviously in his toothless Spanish accent, which I'm getting better at understanding. I'd say I'm up to about eighty percent now, at least, when I know the context, like in the caves we visited yesterday - a must for anyone into natural beauty, geology or cave paintings. Cuevas de la Piletas, I think they were called.

Anyway, off to continue my morning of reading and listening to cow bells, after chatting for a while to the lovely nutty French man who owns this place with his calm Irish wife.

Love to all.

Little things

A big black sow wandered past our breakfast table yesterday. Jasmine, the neighbour's pet, is apparently very friendly, but she seemed more interested in snuffling out some delicacies for herself than making friends.

The dogs still bark, the birds sing and the roosters crow all day.

We had the additional tones of a local man driving around in circles shouting into his loudspeaker - melones, melones! Rich, sweet and fat! But obviously in his toothless Spanish accent, which I'm getting better at understanding. I'd say I'm up to about eighty percent now, at least, when I know the context, like in the caves we visited yesterday - a must for anyone into natural beauty, geology or cave paintings. Cuevas de la Piletas, I think they were called.

Anyway, off to continue my morning of reading and listening to cow bells, after chatting for a while to the lovely nutty French man who owns this place with his calm Irish wife.

Love to all.

Gibraltar

Slightly baffled by Gibraltar with its worst of British culture, mixed with Spain, slightly Hong Kong-ish and a bit of very wealthy British.

I didn't like the high street or the food on offer - fish and chips, pie or nasty fast food. The rock itself however was amazing, beautiful, full of history...and a huge amount of walking. Monkeys, tunnels and caves. Photos another day.

Having dinner right now in the posher bit, so will sign off...