Watching from the edge of paradise.

Here in the mountains, between plataneras and papas, the soil as fertile as Kent but the weather a little kinder. No Jack Frost to kill off early season agriculture, the lemons and oranges flourish as sadly do the weeds.

But I seem to have found a little piece of paradise, not just the stretching beaches under a bikini clad sun but the challenging trails of nature, tarmac an abandoned afterthought, where tiny lizards trumpet to one another, or a passing squadron of honey bees buzzzz their salutations.

The wind may blow and even deliver a teardrop of rain, but pale skinned tourists beware: don your sun screen, the climate will cheat you into payment by blister.

As I watch from the edge of paradise.  

Teatro en Mirca

 Los gaviotas han vuelto, volando arriba la casa de Tenisca. Con alas blancas como los colores del equipo favorito. El cielo también, nuboso, protegiendo el Virgen de las Nieves pero al mismo tiempo invitando la afición, ven señores ven...podemos lograrlo, podemos ganar pero todo el mundo tenemos que apoyar nuestros once guerreros. 

last game of their season...SD Tenisca

 

F**k Putin

Just sitting enjoying lunch the other Saturday, with hardly a care in the world. While the poor people of Ukraine are suffering under the remarkable cruelty of a Russian despot. It is hoped he won't be in power for long, that his own people will topple him, putting an end to this madness..  

retro

 

Bomb the trains

 So Mr Putin, let's bomb the railways and the people trying to escape. 

You, sir, are a monster. And can only be a matter of time before you are defeated and brought to justice. But by whom? perhaps even your own inner circle.

Step up EU & USA.

  

Weather versus Football

 The one remaining football fixture awaiting this Scottish guy´s scrutiny by camera was finally knocked on the head thanx to an inclement Saturday post meridian. Never quite sure if it is rain or simply cloud as we live quite high I believe 700 feet above sea level. Invariably once Mazo has been circumvented the weather changes to bright and sunny,,, but it all hinges on luck. I often consider that a mobile wardrobe arranged in the back seat would be in order, including, of course, umbrellas.

Pity really, a wee bit of fresh air never goes wrong, but here I will remain today, sleeping felines at my side, some snoring gently, reminding me that life still exists.

As I type, the teams will be running out of the pavilion, another ninety minutes of futbol base as it is called here...

I will stay dry, work a little on my poor Spanish, wondering how it can be improved, any ideas? 

But wait, the King has arrived, live on local TV, and he didn't tell me! Along with his consort, going to celebrate mass, along with a press stampede. Oh well it´s not raining in the capital.