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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...

Summer Nights... Tell Me More, Tell Me More Did You Get Very Far?

Another summer rolls around, we´re nearing the end of school and rushing around to find proper black shoes for the end of term dance, a waltz, my 12-year-old is doing next week.

Last year´s shoes, worn once to a wedding are, of course, too small. The markets and even Carrefour only have pumps and sandals and I´m getting into trouble from my youngest who is starting to panic (me too).

And it´s hot. Around 33ºC and the forecast is getting hotter. I love summer but complain too. The nights of star-gazing, patio-sitting, wine-sipping in shorts and vest until one or two are here now.

Hot puts me into a lethargic holiday mood, thank goodness nearly all my English lessons have finished, saying that a few summer ones are yet to start but in the mornings.

I´m also in planning mode, off to England for a few days at the end of next week then we´ve some campsites to inspect and a glampsite to review, all in the name of work.

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Then a holiday to (don´t laugh) Fuengirola. I´m not really looking forward to the location but have an 80-year old birthday to celebrate - my mother. Normally they come and stay with me, but at this time of year it is just too hot.

Last time they came in September she got heat stroke. Which is to be expected as she never goes outside at home these days.

When I told a Spanish friend where I´m going she laughed and said I´d hate it. Not a great omen! I´m also keen to visit Gibraltar and yet again several people have said don´t go.

It´ll be what it is and away from the intense Jaén heat to the humid heat of the Costa del Sol. Don´t worry - I´ll tell you all about it.

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