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Wednesday, 26 September 2012

The Rain in Spain

Around about a month since the big fire and the rain has come at last. No rain to speak of since May. Sure, we've had enough drops to fill a bath for a tadpole, but that is in the entire five months. The smell on the air is ammoniacal: a smell I couldn't stand in the country of my childhood, since it meant it was raining and there'd be no playing out. Here, in Southern Spain, I welcome the smell. What's scarce has value, does it not? Several days of this steady and insistent rain might be too much. We do not need torrents - since this will leave this part of Andalucia looking like Morpeth does this morning in very short order.

The parched brown ground needs steady watering to return it to a healthy green. It's come too late for the olive harvest and this will soon be noted in the aisles of Sainsbury's and Waitrose if not in the shops of Greenock and Paisley.

So let it rain, let it pour, but please don't let it flood.

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