A friend told us recently: “do not leave that huge hole in the orchard without filling it in, otherwise it will turn into a well if it rains heavily.¨ Oops.
Imagine pouring a bucket of water over a couple of ants; that’s how we felt earlier today. One of us stayed inside ‘holding the fort’ as the other’s pockets rapidly filled with water, their feet sinking into the mud as the fear of being struck by lightning, in a waterpark orchard, was temporarily put on hold.
Later in the morning, at El Viejo Molino (where the world’s best waitress/manageress, Luisa, delighted in having few customers due to the weather), we heard someone say it was the biggest thunderstorm in years. Not sure if that is true – our Spanish TV is unavailable at the moment – but heck was that a lot of rain.
Part of a stone wall collapsed (another non-filled hole) and our normally 1-metre-wide barranco turned into a raging torrent – we half-expected the neighbour’s smallholding to deliver us chickens, and maybe the odd goat.
In the summer months we spend a lot of time filling the swimming pool but today we had to drain centimetres off it, so it didn’t overflow. At least there was no Saharan sand carried in the rain which covers everything in, er, sand. After the Sierra Nevada, the rain continued east to pummel Almería province into submission.
Searching for bedraggled cats and checking the world hadn’t ended meant we took few pictures or films, but we were lucky. Here’s a film from Adra today, east of us. And if planes were having difficulty landing at Málaga airport, it’s clear this was a bit out of the ordinary.
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