The builders arrive at about 8:00 am. Soon after a truck arrives and parks as close as it can to the roadside wall. It is a cement delivery. The stabilizers are set and the huge arm of the crane extends over the wall and is then lowered down the slope where it drops the load. I am always amazed that these trucks don’t just topple over. It reminds me that Dave needs to order the pebbles and so I send a gentle reminder via WhatsApp with a picture of the delivery here today. He responds with joy as he has already ordered the pebbles and they will be delivered at the weekend.
I sweep down the front yard as Berkley digs up the front garden area in his attempts to cover up his deposits. In the process creating even more mess. I then water the garden and path. The hosepipe is the longest one I have ever seen. Its like a small oil pipeline and seems to go on for ever. No problems reaching anything here. This is one of the daily routines for the remainder of our stay.
We take the dogs for their first walk with us. Steve usually lets them off the lead as the road is a cul de sac and so its not usually busy. However, I have already witnessed a mad Spaniard in a mercedes coupe who beeps his horn as a warning as he races up and down the road. The dogs are strong and the leash short. Mini tries to play with it as we bounce down the road. Berkley stops every 3 feet to sniff something important. At the end of Carrer Torre Ambola is a viewing point that overlooks Cala de Ambolo. We hold on to the dogs as on the other side of the road the bush goes a long way down to the rocky shore. I sense that they want a run. I run with Mini, but it makes Berkley want to run too and that’s not good for Sarah (I’m still conscious of that hip!) so I slow to a walk.
We decide to take the dogs home and return to explore the other side of the hill that has a path leading to the shoreline. We get half way down and I am nervous of Sarahs leg as the terrain is not friendly. I suggest that she return. She does so begrudgingly and I continue down the steps that turn into rocks, then rubble and tree roots before I reach the rocky shore. The promise at the top of the hill set my expectations high with signs and steps, that although old, obviously took a great effort to complete for something that leads to nowhere. Nature is never disappointing, but when I reached the small rocky edge that teased the Mediterranean there was no coke machine to wet my thirst or Mr Whippy ice cream to soothe my throat. I was glad that Sarah did not continue with me as it was difficult to maneuver … and of course having reached the bottom there was the return journey to the surface.
Again it was a hot day and the return journey upwards slow. But I was on a roll and once arrived onto fairly level ground continued back up Carrer Torre Ambolo, past the house and onwards to the main road. I almost immediately took a right turn into Calle Igor Stravinsky, then bearing right into Calle Giuseppe Verdi and then a sharp right down the hill along Calle Richard Wagner to the beach … Cala de Ambolo. Did you notice the trend? Most of the roads around here are named after various classical composers.
The beach at Ambolo is infamous for the fact it is a nudist beach. One of the many in Spain. Officially its closed due to the crumbling rockface. The council have put up nets to catch rocks before they bounce off cars parked roadside. I did go down there and to my surprise there were some bathers, about 20 or so in various levels of dress from full bathing suits to nothing. Although the sun was blazing the beach is pebbled and didn’t look very comfortable, particularly if you have even less clothing to cussion the hard stones. Having seen everything I needed to see and in some instances far more than I would have liked to see, I returned to the top of the hill and home.
That evening I fire up the BBQ. The flame is a bit weak and doesn’t seem to be very effective. Steve had told me that the gas bottle was full so I thought that perhaps the jets needed a clean. I’ll do it tomorrow!
Until next time 🌏