above bare, weather-scarred faces of the foothills,
echoes the wide bay of the gulf of Mazarron;
in between, arid yellow rocks, split by deep ramblas
allow September’s heavy rain to race to the sea
around the valley four pockets of urbanisation,
beloved by the Brits who have rapidly claimed
the area as their own, with the local Spanish
providing much-missed British products in the shops
in the centralised little shopping area augmented
by charity stalls at the weekly market in the square.
In this “Little Britain” we enjoy a pub-meal Sunday roast
with English football to entertain the guys;
delicious fish and chips - and an English am-dram panto!
not a paella in sight - but we did enjoy Rioja
and the sun shining from a clear, blue sky
in this costa-not-a-lotta-part-a-Spain at Camposol -
land of the sun…where Hola! becomes Hello!
It looks and sounds as though you had a great time, and some blue skies too - but who prefers English footie to Barcelona v Real Madrid??
ReplyDelete(Just stirring, here . . .)
Ha-ha. You can't keep a Hammers man down!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Alison. We had fine days to start with - and end with - but some cloudy days in between with blustery, chilly winds too. Still daytimes were warmer than at home with night-time temperatures around the day-time ones here, so overall an enjoyable and big improvement. Our friends made us very welcome and drove us around to see the local sights - so different to the countryside here.