When we moved to Spain some 9 years ago, whoosh where did that time go ? As I was packing up, lock, stock and barrel and the removal truck had a squidge of space left, I squeezed in my Barbour and Hunter wellies. I was called crazy, mad, all the names under the sun, ‘ Do you know where we’re moving to ? ‘but I worked hard to get them and my Hunters were PINK, enough said !
Our first summer at La Rosilla, I paraded in my wellies regularly, often in just cozzie and pink boots, I was a sight to be seen. They were the best protection for my ankles and legs, as we tackled our overgrown mountain, and snakes were a common occurrence.
Our first winter it snowed !!!! First time in 80 years, and we happened to be there, history in the making. Out came my wellies and on went my waxed coat…who’s laughing now ? 😉
And so my righteousness goes on…
Today was a perfect day for the trusty pair to have an airing, damp, grey and cold, but outside jobs to tackle. A little faded now, by the sun, my shocking pink boots are the palest shade of blossom. My Barbour, still holds on to it’s familiar country aroma.
All dressed up, thick socks and rubber gloves on too, I headed out to plant, feed and collect.
Our over winter vegetable patch, is getting stronger and I added, pakchoi, lettuce, acelgas and beetroots today.
The hens were happy scratching in the damp earth, searching for the elusive Spanish worm, their eggs are now abundant and much larger.
Tikka the pony, is rugged up and cosy, and neighingly chats with me as I work.
Back in now for a warm, and to tuck into a comforting bowl of hearty lentils.
My coat hung up and my boots stood ready, they’ll wait patiently until the next time. Looking to the weekend weather forecast, the temperatures are going to climb. Yes, they’re not needed often thank-goodness but when they are, I always have a little chuckle to myself 😉
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