Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
The nearest one Tim, Lauren and Ed could find, said 0.4 km to the cave. They followed the path, but the next one they came to said 1.9km - back the way they had come!
Today, Ed has gone back for another look, and actually found the cave. There was a signpost with no signs on it, and this is pretty much where the cave is. However, the cave is below the pathway, and it is very difficult to climb down to it (and even harder to climb back up). Perhaps the council decided that for safety reasons, they wouldn't actually indicate the location of the cave! Ed took some fabulous photo's of the reservoir at Bellus, and even Xativa Castle from the south. (Click on the picture for the detail)
The picture of the cave, has Ed's 'snake scareing stick' outside the entry, which is 5ft long. Incredible that it took so long to find it, when it is so big. He didn't venture down any of the holes. He was certain that as well as a torch, a set of crampons and a rope would be a good idea.
Well done him, for his determination!
Monday, 25 May 2009
After, we strolled along the beach, with Tim and Ed looking for crabs in the rock pools, while Lauren and I sat on the (stoney) beach and watched them.
When we got up on Sunday, everything was covered in red dust. The cars, the slabs, the sunloungers (thank goodness the cushions hadn't been left out), everything.
As we drove down to Javea, we could see all of the other cars were red too. It was even on the evening news, that all of the car-washes were busy all day, with long queues of people waiting to wash their cars. What a mess - all over the country! Today, I have washed the car, sunloungers and even the washing line. I guess it is something to be grateful for, that the swimming pool isn't functional, otherwise I would have had to clean that out too!
Sunday, 24 May 2009
Great fun smashing up the tiles, until Max and Paddy came to investigate! I was glueing away quite happily, when I suddenly noticed a change in the weather. The temperature really dropped, and the wind picked up. Suddenly, the heavens openend (Spanish style) and I had to dive for cover into the poolhouse. Ed helped me cover up the tiles with some plastic, to stop the rain disolving the glue. Once it is all finished, I will grout it all with waterproof grout, and then it can rain (or shower) whenever it likes!
Friday, 22 May 2009
We strolled along the beach path, and looked at a few open shops on the way back, but, as you can see from the vieo, there was certainly not a lot going on! Perhaps we should have gone to Javea instead?
The salads were still nice and fresh, the paella was lovely and there was a good choice of main meals. Tim complained that his paella was a little cold, so when I got mine, I popped it in the microwave! There were several pasta dishes as well today, Lauren had a lovely looking canalloni, but when I went for one, it was all gone. I made do with pasta and a round thing that looked like a pineapple fritter, but was actually fish! (It was very tasty.)
As usual, Tim sampled most of the puddings ~ I think he had 5 today.
Afterwards, we went for a nice stroll around the garden, before going on to Gandia.
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Tuesday, 19 May 2009
Monday, 18 May 2009
On Friday, I wanted to mow the lawn. Ed was out working, so I primed the fuel, then pulled the starter - disaster, the cord was worn, and the outer coating suddenly tore, and all collected up inside the mower. Oh Dear. I had to wait for him to come home and mend it.
On Saturday, I drove into town. I opened my window, but as I closed it, there was a big clunk, and the window went back up at 90 degrees the wrong way! It was actually sticking out of the car, into the road, as I was driving along! I managed to get the glass back inside the door, but had to leave the window open, while I went into the supermarket! Oh Dear. I had to get Ed to fix it later.
Sunday, I was reading a book on the sunlounger, but Paddy decided to climb up on the adjustable back-rest. I knew he was too heavy for it, and tried to get him off. Suddenly there was a big bang, and the arms shot up into the air, and little pieces flew everywhere. Oh Dear. "Ed..."
I think I'll spend tomorrow in bed so I can't break anything!
Sunday, 17 May 2009
A castell is considered a success when everyone has climbed into place, the enxaneta (the last one) climbs up to the top, raises one hand (with four fingers erect, said to symbolize the stripes of the Catalan flag), climbs down the other side of the castell, and then everyone else comes down safely.
There were several teams taking place, and I noticed that as each team completed their Castell, they quickly moved to add support to the other Castells that were being constructed. The entertainment was followed by a band - but as usual, this didn't even start until 12pm (midnight)!
(I know the video is quite long, and noisy, but it gives you an idea of how it all worked.)
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Mum did Dad pround for his birthday cake - not a bit of sponge to be seen. The home made merangue was perfect. Crispy, soft, sweet, sticky, divine. Much better than 'cake'.
It was Dad's birthday, so we had dinner at home - as usual. Mum did the usual - a bit of stew and some fruit, which was really nice.
Actually, to be fair, pineapple and prawn starter (with stawberries for the anti-prawn people) followed by melt-in-the-mouth goulash and all the timmings, followed by a giant home made stawberry pavolva, which must have had a gallon of cream in it. Wonderful. And as if the pavlova wasn't enough, home made cheesecase and fresh fruit compote for those with any room to spare (that was the 2 Tims then!)
I had a flick through and spotted a really good deal, for a quick trip back to the UK. The return flight was 2.50€ including taxes. How good is that? As the dates I had selected happenend to take in Dad's birthday, it seemed the perfect opportunity to spend a few days with the family. John came with me, but Ed didn't as he was over the week before, visiting his mum.
We checked in on-line, so we arrived just ahead of the departure time, leaving just enough time to buy some drinks and a snack. Perfect. We joined the end of the queue to get on the plane while the first passengers were boarding and then strolled to the plane. there were only about 5 people behind us. When we got on board, we realised that the seats next to the emergency exit were still available. Bliss. Room to stretch out, a seat between us, and only about 75% capacity.
I don't understand why people complain. Yes, they charge a lot for luggage (but you don't have to take any), they charge the earth for naff snacks and drinks (you can bring your own butties), they even charge a lot to use your own credit card (you could apply for a Ryanair one). However, years ago, it was £150 each to get to Spain (costing me £450 to take the children), so you won't hear any complaints from me!