We didn’t go out on New Years Eve – Basil is scared of fireworks and 11 stone of quaking Pyranean Mountain dog is not a pretty site. For Ian and Basil think Scooby Doo and Shaggy. (Actually this reminds me…

The oranges are nearly, well, orange now. I am not sure when we’ll pick them – we’ll probably wait and pick them the same time as the ones in the street get picked.

Christmas is more focussed around Christmas Eve and Christmas Day itself appeared to be a normal ‘day after’. The Spanish have a big family feast on Christmas Eve which seemed to involve eating most parts of a pig and platters…

A game of playing on top of the well post resulted in Ian having to rescue the kittens as they were unable to clamber down. I don’t know if you can zoom in on these pics however take a look…

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion or secular…

Pre-broken ankle I was taking pictures of our orange tree monthly to see how the oranges developed. Good job I was looking at oranges and not lemons as we only have three lemons. Anyway – here is our orange tree…

Well Christmas is nearly upon us and the fridge is full of Dia 3 for 2 cava. Excellent! One challenge that we are facing is how to cook our traditional Xmas day lunch of Lentil Wellington and all the trimmings.…

Fibs saying hello to Bob, that black blob top right by the plant is Davy and Ian getting bitten by Tibs!