Last Day

13th January

We are both still suffering from this chesty bug but need to pack up and we both really wanted to do one last walk. So took the path alongside the river way past where I have been before. ( although Jc has done this walk several times). Regretfully I didn't take a camera, but the walk was a proper rugged trek. The paths are cut or rather worn into the large stone slabs that line the river bank and the going is slow but really enjoyable. The dogs are in their element and I now understand about the 'flat feet' that Tibetans and climbing dogs have. They were as nimble as goats on these rocks and clearly loved it.

Vilja had been given a new Racklette machine for Xmas. I love this dish but only eaten it on skiing holidays and Jc has never had it. So I asked Vilja if we could organise a Racklette evening during our stay. This has been on and off for the last 2 weeks. It is organised and then she forgets or it is organised and she eats a big lunch ( can't do two meals in one day!), so I had given up. But today it is definately on.

We arrive in the big house at 8.00 to find her busy preparing home grown avocados. Potatoes have been boiled and prepared and the table all laid out as if for a dinner party. Mo is joining us. A tall, handsome 32 year old French friend of her daughters who has taken a month off work to come down to Spain and look after Vilja. Supper is delicious although quite difficult to get to eat it as she gets settled beside the big fire with her roll ups and forgets what the plan is. She has also made a home made cheesecake using her own homemade jam. We are amazed. A different woman. I am feeling rather guilty now about the way I have described her, but she is clearly getting much better and returning to her old self which is actually very endearing!

We discuss the dreaded manoeuvre required the next day, and she advises that one of her friends who have a camper was visiting and suggested that we should reverse out of the gates, but then drive down the lane, into her drive through the big metal gates and turn around in the drive. My thoughts are with the day in Ronda. Getting stuck is not an option.
Lets sleep ( or not as is the case with the worry) on it.



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