We looked out of our windows on the sixth morning here straight into mist. The opposite side of the valley was completely invisible. It wasn’t raining but it was socked in. A reasonable rule of thumb is that, when the…
We looked out of our windows on the sixth morning here straight into mist. The opposite side of the valley was completely invisible. It wasn’t raining but it was socked in. A reasonable rule of thumb is that, when the…
Well, it has been great weather for flying. Since we arrived, our first five days have been 25°C and that’s in the shade, as temperatures should be measured. I’ve been struggling to decide for some years whether 24C of 25C…
Once we’d finally made it through immigration at Alicante, I checked in for our rental car (no queue whatsoever – good) and we made our way to level 3 of the car park, where the rental agencies have their bases.…
Our easyJet Airbus 319 blasted off from Luton aerodrome pretty much on schedule at 07:30 this morning, bound for Alicante. Our 2½-hour flight was blissfully uneventful and we touched down on Spanish terra firma [firma is Spanish for signature, BTW…
Autumn is fire season in our local Spanish valley. I believe the folks with land and plant trimmings apply for permission to have a conflagration and get rid of their rubbish. Presumably this is so the bomberos [fire fighters] are…
“The things we do for love”. Who was that? 10cc, perhaps? Anyway, this morning – well, almost morning – I was awoken by a 6:00 AM alarm to get Francine down to Moraira before sunrise. She’s been wanting to play…
In Another Victory for Automation [6th October, 2011], I reported on the problems caused by a particular black cloud of automation. The automation in question was the French “advance” of replacing warm bodies, many of whom actually smiled, at their…
This journey is something of a novel experience for me. Having driven many thousands of miles in France over the last 30+years, I am very used to driving our right hand drive cars in a drive-on-right country. Going “the wrong…
I’ve locked up Casa Libélule and begun my journey home to re-join Francine. I’m breaking the journey just a little by calling in to a reserve, the Marjal dels Moros, near Puçol, just above Valencia. It took me two hours…
As has been expected for a while, events back at home have conspired to make me leave Spain earlier than originally planned. We’ve been in a somewhat complicated situation with Francine having flown back home last Saturday, leaving me here…
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