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The Wild Asparagus Hunters are Out and About

It´s that time of year. Cars parked in odd places, the solitary person - usually a man, popping up above a bank or from behind an olive tree. The hunters of the wild aparagus are here. The plentiful rain scattered with a day or two of sunshine has brought them out in droves. Some have their route, others instinctively know where to go. They appear, walking back to their cars, with a huge bundle of foot long green spears of asparagus. And off they go, probably not to be seen for another year - or another week if the rain continues. No matter how hard the shoots try and hide the older men hunt them down with stick in hand, to fob off the spiky old growth, and uncover the tender new stems of wild asparagus. Everyone has their favourite way of cooking them but the most common seems to be in a Tortilla - the thick Spanish potato omelette to which you can add anything that comes to hand - or is hunted down. My one or two shorter stem finds don´t come close to the experienced hunters catch. I...

South (West) of Granda - Güejar Sierra

The early morning orangey-purple hue silhouetted the mountains of varying shades of grey. Darkness slowly abated and the day before sunrise promised another blue Andalucían sky.

I was heading south to Güejar Sierra to check out a campsite and only on the road at that time of day as my son was off on a school trip to Seville and had to be at school by 6am. Not my favourite time of day.

So there I was on an explore-trip in the dark, becoming-light, a rare occurrence for a lover of lie-ins. But what a spectacular drive. The glistening snowy peaks of the Sierra Nevada Mountains rose as a backdrop and the sun began to rise casting an orange glow around.

By 7am it was light and by 8am the sunglasses were on, a necessity not pose and Güejar Sierra on the northern slopes of Sierra Nevada nearby.

These northern slopes are a less visited so pretty-much-non-touristy spot, but saying that there were plenty of Dutch cars at ny destination campsite.


I had my eldest sons camera as the youngest had taken mine, as promised to Seville, and being me I didn´t bother with the settings ´cos mine is ok. His was on an obscure setting that I still don´t understand (and daren´t ask again) that´s why all my fotos are in sepia de blue.

That´s another way of saying useless, but they are what I have so here´s another one.


Shame the glistening white peaks of the Sierra Nevada don´t show, but they were pure shimmering white in the 8.30am light.

To be continued.....

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