Friday, 13 April 2018

Back In Galicia

Well I have made it back here but only temporarily. I am awaiting my third and final op (I hope) to remove my ileostomy and reconnect my plumbing to the outside. I am on the list and could be called back any time so Tim and I are enjoying life as much as we can, eating fabulous meals and sitting by the log burner reading and sipping decent wine. It has been a horrendous winter by all accounts and we are still waiting for Spring to arrive. Bitterly cold days, endless rain and a lack of firewood is trying to dampen our spirits but we have bought pretend sawdust logs from a DIY store and the celebration of life continues. Tim will stay on here when I am called back and I will do my best to return as soon as possible but complications are expected with the rerouted plumbing (see Lower Anterior Resection Syndrome). At least the cancer is gone (for now fingers crossed).

Despite all of the above I am still planting seeds for the summer, squashes today and we have a selection of seedlings coming on in the polytunnel waiting for the warm weather to return. No new pics today, everything is so dreadfully overgrown and the only tree in blossom is the hardy blackthorn. I shall therefore attach something cheering from the past.

Here are our faithful boys Sam and Toby who have had a difficult time with a variety of sitters but who continue to give us love and cuddles when we need them most, especially when we have left-over meat from our menu del dias.

Wednesday, 8 November 2017


In case anyone's wondering, this blog has been off air for a while and will probably stay quiet at least until the end of January.

The reason for this is that in July I was diagnosed with bowel cancer. Fortunately I was in the UK at the time; if I'd been in Spain I might not have gone to the doctor's so early. I had surgery in August to remove the tumour and also had a temporary ileostomy (Google that at your peril). I'm now undergoing chemo.

All being well, I shall be back in the land of the living in the New Year.

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Long Days

It is nearly the summer solstice or Alban Hefin as druids would say and the days are idyllic. We have had some showery weather recently which is great on one level but it just adds to the rampant growth which is beating me this year. A mix of ill health and a chaotic lifestyle, with Tim and I flitting between the UK and here has left the place lush and overgrown. I sit under the porch and a mix of flowers and weeds, nettles, brambles and arum lilies meet my gaze. The scent of mint crushed under foot, californian lilac and roses who are also fighting their way to the light, is wonderful. The fruit is really getting going now, loganberries are on the breakfast menu and jostaberries will be if I can keep the blackbirds off of them long enough so that they can ripen. You have to admire the fecundity of Nature at this time of year.
Pears have set well but I haven't found any baby kiwis that have set yet. Several species were flowering well including our full sized male kiwi so there is still a chance that we might get something later this year. The foliage is so dense that it is hard to get a good view of them so I remain hopeful.
The snail war continues, one of my tyre towers clearly has a hidden population of them. I have planted 5 courgettes there one after the other and each time the hapless plant disappears over night, with just a chewed stump remaining. This is despite a beer trap, egg shells and coffee grounds strewn around the hapless plants. Perhaps a guard duck chained to the said tyres might work?