We’ve now been in Albir nearly 4 weeks, where have they gone? Some people thought we’d be bored retiring at our age, but it’s amazing how the time goes when you are busy doing nothing. So what nothing have we been up to?
Jo and James hired a car and we all went up to the Waterfall just the other side of Altea. Some say that it is too commercialised and some love it, well we were somewhere between the two extremes. It was a really nice walk and interesting to go and see it, but it was disappointing that the water course had obviously been changed and dammed in places to create more interesting and consistent pools etc. There were several places to swim and one pool that you could dive into. I say YOU, because that definitely wasn’t ME. I don’t like cold water!!!! There were a few teenagers enjoying the cold water and I touched one on the shoulder and she was icy – leave the youngsters to it I say. The steps were quite steep in places and Connie had to be carried. It’s difficult for dogs to go down steps anyway and these were too steep. I’m glad we went there to have a look, but wouldn’t rush back. But anyway, I took a few photos to give my readers an idea.
On the way back to the car we saw some trees with the most beautiful flowers. They were about 8 inches long, really intricate and hung downwards like trumpets from the branches. We hadn’t seen them before and Jo couldn’t resist picking one but I settled for a photos. Back at camp, Jo looked them up on the interweb and found them to be Angels Trumpets which are poisonous, or at least narcotic. So I’m glad that I just kept myself to photographing them.
Later that week, we decided that it would be nice to meet some of our neighbours and to have a chat with some of our returning friends. So having obtained a campsite bench table and the weather still being lovely in the evening we thought we’d host it on our pitch. Now this wasn’t meant to be a big party, more of a soiree for about 10 people (Mrs. Bucket eat your heart out). But what we did do was to make it an international event which was quite nice. So our guests included, English, Dutch, German, Swedish, Finnish and of course there were a couple of Irish in attendance. All our Belgian neighbours declined the invitation though. During the evening the campsite owner came around (word gets around quickly here) and took some photos of us all enjoying ourselves. We weren’t quite sure why he wanted photos and thought it might be for evidence should we get a bit noisy and he needed to kick us off. However the photos turned up on their in-your-facebook page a few days later. Now before you go thinking that this was going to turn into the typical boozy night, this was the first time I had ever been to a party where there were more non-drinkers than drinkers. Of course we didn’t let the side down, but I couldn’t believe it when I only threw away 4 empty wine bottles the next day.
|Connie, looking kind of cute and stupid all in one go, sporting her “Princess” t-shirt and her new Union Flag tag with our Spanish number|
We then sat on the beach and laughed again while a lady had to help her husband out of the sea. It’s a shame that they don’t push the pebbles out so that it doesn’t shelve so much. So anyway in search of a better beach, on Saturday Jo and James took us up to Javea, about a 45 minute drive. We had been to Javea last time we were here, but we must have missed the best bit as we weren’t very impressed. The beach there was fantastic, lovely golden sand and you had to go out a long way before it was deep enough to swim. A great place for families. We had lunch and then left the men and the dog in the bar and we had a lovely swim. Again Jo struggled to get out of the sea as although it was gently sloping, her feet sank into the sand and she could not walk on her ankle. Again, I’m ashamed to say that I laughed and laughed as she sat in about 6 inches of water being lapped by the waves. At least she was laughing with me. I did have to help her out in the end.
So we’ve been busy doing nothing and it feels like August in England. The evenings and mornings are getting cool now and we have actually had to put jumpers on until the sun warms us up. I still haven’t got out of shorts and sandals though – it’s only dropping down to about 20C at night. Unfortunately busy doing nothing meant that I missed my great-nephew’s first birthday. I just completely forgot, I still think we are in summer. So sorry James, Kerrie and Spencer, I’ll send something soon.
I’ll end my blog on a sad note – this week an old family friend passed away. Pat and Derek were friends of my parents when I was small. They used to stay with us a lot but for some reason unknown to us kids they lost touch when I was about 12. Their daughters, Diane and Pauline tracked me down on Friends Reunited some years ago and I’ve met up with Diane a few times since. On the first meeting she opened the front door and said, “This is bizarre, we are older than our parents were the last time we met”. Diane has been very kind to us when Iain’s daughter was ill (she lives not far from where Emma was), finding us somewhere we could park the van and collecting our “special” clothes from our hotel after the funeral when Iain had flu, and due to our whistle-stop trip to England last summer, she’s still looking after them. I hope we won’t be need them for a long time, but I promise we’ll collect them on our next trip home. So sending love to Diane and Pauline for the loss of your mum and best wishes to your dad. We’re thinking of you all at this sad time.
I’ll be back when I’ve something to say………………………………………..