A door-knocker in the Malaga night. Spooky, eh?
The prime motive for going to Malaga and the mountains was for H.I. to garner some material for new paintings to show at her December show here in Bath. This amazing tree had whole families of cats and kittens living in the root structure, secure in the confines of the railings on all four sides. They are probably the most pampered cats in town. People leave vast piles of food for them every day plus copious bowls of water. You have never seen such healthy looking street cats.
Our friend's little apartment in town was supposed to be let out for the Summer - it was booked up - but the builders who are currently gutting the upstairs gave them 2 days warning about their arrival, so now the front is completely scaffolded and bricks and detritus rain down on you beginning at 7.30 a.m. This will continue for three months. Coupled to this, just over the road, a drilling company has begun to sink piles in a vast area of land to build an apartment block. They too start at 7.30, and finish at 7.00 p.m.
Personally, I can handle it and found the drillers fascinating, but they have had to cancel all bookings and send some people to 5 star hotels at their own expense. I have - once again - been eaten by mosquitos, and itch as I write back here in the U.K.
The mountain house is wonderful, and the rugged scenery too over-photographed to be included here.
In general I have really enjoyed myself, but - once again - am reminded that there seems to be no such thing as a relaxing holiday. We got back to find that our immersion tank has sprung a leak...
And now, something specially for John, bought from a street vendor who came up to us at an outdoor restaurant. Very comfortable, and only 2 Euros. I gave them to our hostess.