One of the first things that struck me when I arrived in the UK and waited in the drizzle for the bus, is that in Spain we don’t get the three way combination of grey, cold and damp. We get cold and grey, and we get extremely wet – bucket-over-the-head-ingly wet. But we don’t get drizzle.
As if to illustrate, today is very grey and cold, but yet to rain. There are parades tonight for Easter, and my guess is that the rain will start then.
We’re supposed to be asparagus picking later, but apparently it doesn’t grow in the cold. Hmmm.
I arrived back from the UK relatively in one piece and on time. Yet again I arrived at the airport with my baggage being overweight – and, as this time I was without powdered milk, lime pickle or brown sauce, I was a little surprised. Probably a trip to a car boot sale was not a good idea – and Ian seemed less then enamoured with the glass lampshade that I lugged back for him.
I think the butchers rub their hands in glee as I head off back to the UK. Ian drops me off at the airport and then heads straight to the supermarket and stocks up on as much meat as he can eat. Ian then turns this into a carnivorous curry feast, and from what I can see eats this for breakfast lunch and dinner.
I left Spain in glorious sunshine and returned to grey and cold. The weather forecast shows much of the same over the next few days. Boo.