The road goes ever on and then we stop at a bar
Today will be mostly concerned with walking across the flat, hoping for amusement and thinking that in July - these pictures were taken in July 2025 - we may get shimmering heat haze and the hope of shade and a cold beer - other beverages are available. It is February. It can, in Blighty, be either the grey continuation of all the dreary days, all the life drained from the world, the grass by the side of road being grey with traffic residues. Snow, especially towards the end of the month, is just a cruel reminder that Christmas was a flaccid semi-mild affair, with the reindeer dragging the sleigh through piles of leaves. Sometimes you get the snowdrops and the hope of Spring. In Murcia we may have had two days of rain and, on average, no days of snow. We came into the month with an average of 17.6oC and leave it with an average of 18.6oC. This is why the Brits are scampering around in bikinis and ill fitting shorts while the Spanish cling to fur coats and...