33 years on

When you don't see a friend (apart from a couple of brief encounters) for 33 years, it's rare for the rapport to be still there. In 1974, we famously drove round Europe, as far as the Peloponnese, with Peter and Anne. When Peter came to see us a couple of weeks ago, the third of a century inbetween just seemed to evaporate. Well, I ask you, when someone actually demonstrates what breadsticks are really for, how can you help but warm to him?

Of course, no first stay in quinspainland would be complete without a trip to 'the guns' . . .

or to the cave houses . . .

or to the mediaeval village of Aledo in our local sierra, for that matter:

But you'll be pleased to know we've found new ways of entertaining our guests, too. There's the Monastery . . .

(I captured these two in a monastery garden!)

and yet more caves, in the Sierra Espuña . . .

not forgetting the local flora and fauna:

(How did she get in there?)

But I truly think that Peter's natural habitat is the beach bar!

Thank you, Peter for a wonderful visit. May Heaven forfend you leave it 33 years before you visit again - we're looking forward to more olive-rolling.

And bring Homer with you next time!