The first big rains since April herald the end of a particularly long and dry summer. My garden all but gave an audible sigh as the water flowed like a small stream over what was left of the dusty grass and shrivelled plants. A good 10 degrees cooler it felt like the abrupt end of summer, which usually entails a week or so of unsettled weather before the temperatures head south until spring returns. It wasn’t the first storm but the first with a decent quantity of rain. A quite dramatic storm about two weeks ago which was more high winds, dry thunder and choppy seas, was so choppy that out in the bay two netted pens came undone at one of the countless fish farms that sit offshore. They say about 10 tons of almost mature cupra pronounced chup-ra (sea bream) escaped. It certainly locked like that judging by the number of fishermen and women taking up their positions on the shore around my house. It seemed like half the village was out their pulling in the fish. The hungry cupra seemed to be taking anything as bait, which isn’t surprising if you consider that they were being fed 3 times a day to fatten them up until suddenly they needed to switch from being a stodgy farmed, fat and lazy fish into wild hunters of the deep. I suppose a bit like a fast food junkie suddenly being dropped into a jungle and told to survive off the land. Although the number of catches seems to be dwindling I am pleased to report I managed to catch 3 decent sized fish myself. The last of which you can see below, which Kitten seemed to think was actually caught for her.
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Eventually you notice one day that all the Turkish tourists and English snow birds have gone for the winter leaving just a few of us left with the villagers. Sometimes that can feel like a relief after a heavy couple of months of being drawn into the social calendar. Parties, BBQ’s or just meeting up in the usual bars all adds to the waistline and the sense of guilt that you have drank a little more alcohol than planned… again. So late October into November becomes something of an early season of resolutions and plans to get fit again. It is also a period where we can let our hair down a little with few worries about what we look like. Some even take it as an excuse to let their hair down a little too far and it won’t be long before some of us are looking below our best with a few even becoming a little feral in appearance, all in the knowledge that there is no one around to notice let alone care what you look like. Which means it is always a bit of a surprise when you bump into someone in the market, who you thought had left weeks earlier, then quickly deduce from their look of surprise at your five days of beard growth and their noticing you’re still wearing your morning walking clothes that you have also slid down hill pretty quickly!
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