SILENT SUNDAY

A Sunday lunch with Spanish friends can never be silent, in fact it will be quite the opposite. We had enjoyed lunch with old friends in Arco and were driving back to Ronda when we turned a corner, and there was a scene of such solitude and calm that we paused by the roadside to savour it. There must have been birdsong and goats bleating, but I can’t remember any sounds at all.

Grazelema, Spain

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    1. Thanks, Sarah. I’m still having difficulty accessing your posts but I’ve now been into ‘the Vault’ (didn’t know I had one) and I see I’m down there to receive a Post from you weekly, I’ve changed that to Instantly as it used to be, so we’ll see what happens. I’m not holding my breath though.

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    1. I just happened to glance in my Spam folder (I get very little spam so only look there about once a month) and I found two comments or likes from you – one for this post. Why Spam, after all these years?

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