Washing of the water

We awoke at 7am this morning to the sound of gushing water. The acequia, transferring water pumped from a well further up the lane, was flooding the garden. It’s a lovely sound to wake up to. The cats came rushing in with wet paws – it always catches them by surprise – and must making going to the loo a bit of a challenge.

We only have another week at our casita until we move on, but captured it on film. Yesterday it rained for at least two hours. We sat on an outside bed under a gigantic fig tree until we were uncomfortably damp.

Below is the brief film (note strimmer noise) plus a photograph from last night – a bull leading the charge across the sky.