The summer of 2010 sticks in my mind, because it was the last time I can remember a steaming hot day with a humid night in the UK.
Today my dear friends we’re in the mountains of Benidorm. I’ve had to scrounge some time to do a blog post, amidst the myriad of paperwork and research we have to do quick smart.
Being realistic, even if TT takes a while to find new owners, there’s a hell of a lot to prepare for a move to Spain. Best to be prepared for anything, so get on with it NOW. And in addition to all that, I need a new flippin’ passport! Darn it, the dam thing runs out soon,,, well great timing Heth, (as per norm).
Anyway, back in the beautiful mountains of Benidorm: This was a wonderful seven mile walk, please excuse, kilometres are a bit vague to me yet. Convert, convert girl…
A Secret Cove. Thought it best to wait till the gentleman fishing in the nude put his keks back on and buggered off home before I took this photo. No, no, no, didn’t stand and watch, took this on the way back. Poor guy, think he fancied himself as some kind of Adonis arising from the depths. Well if the length of the fishing pole fits…
That’s a small section of a winding road straight out of a James Bond film…
Levante Landmark in the sea…
Two kilometres away from Levante Beach.…Cerro Canfali Rock, the landmark in the sea zoomed in…
Calle Levante beach in the distance…
Lavender, Lavender everywhere high up…
And finally, my (our) mansion house,, with a stonking great view…
Well, beat that in February Blighty, in fact beat that anytime of year…