It’s rained a fair bit over the last two days. As clouds race across the valley like galloping horses, underfoot, the orange soil turns into mush. The Rio Chico, often a dust-bed of rocks and debris, is back on speaking terms.
Overnight on the Sierra Nevada, 10cm of snow fell. In time it will make its presence felt here but for now, it’s the rain. It has kept the streets of Órgiva empty of people and dogs. The bars are less full while the traffic has increased.
Easter is washed away for another year.
If the Rio Chico today was a whisper, in 2009 it was a scream (Bayacas, 2km away):
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