Is this the most beautiful time of year here? I think so.
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Are poppies the most cheerful of wild flowers? They are one of the first to appear here, and are still nodding to us as we pass by in late summer.
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I recently re-read our ‘list of requirements’ written when we first started looking for a house in Andalucía. The keywords were: peace, quiet, private, nature, quality, seclusion. Well, we certainly achieved that. 
Many things on the list we didn’t get: for example, we wanted a garage, and we definitely wanted mains water, gas and electricity. The house was found for us in 2008 by an Andalucian property search company, after a year of viewing houses around Andalucía – from Antequera to Gaucín, Granada to Ronda. We purposely avoided the coast and any major towns, concentrating on villages and country houses.
![[photo: Europa Alpacas]](https://notesonaspanishvalley.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/from-the-vultures-hill-15-3-09-photo-europa-alpacas.jpg)
[photo: Europa Alpacas]
So we drove one August morning down this long track, past olive trees, our excitement growing. Down the hill, around the corner, and in front of us lay this secret valley. In truth, we were sold from the first sighting even though the house most definitely did not tick the majority of boxes on our ‘list of requirements’. We didn’t want a building project – we took over one [below in 2006].
![[photo: Europa Alpacas]](https://notesonaspanishvalley.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/bare-brick-house-28-7-06-e28093-photo-europa-alpacas.jpg)
[photo: Europa Alpacas]
So it is with heavy hearts that we are selling our house. For further information, click here.
5 to remember
una lista – a list
las necesidades – the requirements
el aislamiento – the seclusion
un garaje – a garage
una finca – a country house
Wind, there’s no escaping it in southern Spain. Travel along the major roads and coastlines and you will find molinos on the hillsides. They are elegant things, architectural almost. Spain is a leader in wind and solar energy, our house is energy self-sufficient using wind and solar energy. We live without power lines. 
Click here to read our adventures with solar and wind power… 
… here to read about our solar-heated water supply… 
… and here to read how we live without mains water, taking our water 100% from a spring. 
5 to remember
un molino – a wind turbine
el viento – the wind
eólico/a – wind-powered
autosuficiente – self-sufficient
cien por ciento – 100%
Every other year there is a wet muddy job to be done. Our water comes from our own spring, rather than the mains supply. Yes, it really does spring up out of the ground, or rather into a ‘sink’ at the back of house. From there it is piped into the storage tank. Every other year, we clean out the sink and cut back the vegetation.
This is before… 
And this is after… 
And this is the job to get it from ‘that’ to ‘this. First, remove the pot plants and cut back the rose to reveal the sink… 
… a look inside the sink, full and muddy… 
… fix a tube to the outlet pipe to divert the running water coming from the spring… 
… shift the water in the spring the old-fashioned way, with a jug, into trugs… 
… admire the clean, empty, spring… 
In the process, we cut back the red rose bush and discovered a wall we didn’t know was there. Not to mention the rose trunk, as big as a man’s forearm! 
Click here to read more about our life, living without mains water.
5 to remember
casi todo/a – Every other year
un lavabo – a sink
la vegetación – the vegetation
un cubo de jardinería – a trug
old-anticuado/a – fashioned
Our hot water comes courtesy of the sun: that’s the assumption, isn’t it, when you install solar water panels? That was our romantic assumption when we installed the system.
This is true, for eight months of the year. The fact of the matter is, there is simply not enough continuous light throughout the winter to reliably heat enough water to supply a household. Even in Spain. With the best intentions, we have found it practically impossible to be 100% solar-reliant for hot water. 
So, we have a two-fold system. From April onwards, we switch our system to solar. We have four panels, placas, mounted on the kitchen roof [above] which heat the water in the storage tank in the boiler room [below]. These placas are designed specifically for this task, and are not to be confused with photovoltaic panels used to generate solar electricity. 
From November, we switch the system to our gas-fired boiler [below]. 
Our standby gas supply consists of 10 35kg tall bottles of bútano, butane gas, which are stored in a locked cage at the side of the house [below]. 
We have a contract with a local supplier which delivers to our area twice a week, on average we need two deliveries a year of five bottles [our hob is also gas, the oven is electric]. The bottles are connected in two groups of five on a switchable connection, so one set is used at a time. We have never run out of gas, or hot water.
The placas on the kitchen roof are loved by the sparrows, who use the supports as nesting sites. So, solar = environmentally-friendly and sparrow-sustainable! And the geckos live in the gas store.
5 to remember
el calentador – boiler
el envase – gas bottle/canister
la sala de calderas – the boiler room
un contrato – a contract
una entrega – a delivery
We awoke yesterday to the layers of sound which help determine the time of year. First, the waterfall. The noise is always here but how loud is it today? How much water is falling, have there been rains elsewhere to swell the river? Birdsong is next: the general mass of sound, like the dawn chorus in which no individual song can be picked out. Third, as we awaken properly, we can hear the individual birds which tell us if it is summer yet: cuckoo, woodpecker, an oriole grunting, bee-eaters chirruping high in the sky. Mid-morning, there is another sound in the valley. The bell rings at our gate. 
It is the builder’s merchant from the next village bringing a truck full of gravel. This is a yearly routine, tidying the paths, smothering the weeds. Antonio the driver is always smiley and helpful, depositing his dusty load and manoeuvring his truck without hesitation in the tight space of our driveway. Hours of barrowing the gravel lie ahead of us. This is definitely a job for the spring, with lots of rests for chilled beers. 
Each year we are thankful when the delivery takes place without incident. When the first gravel was delivered, the truck overbalanced on an awkward corner [below] and threatened to tumble down into the valley. 
The driver’s side was perilously tilted, Antonio exited his cab quickly, white-faced. There was much shouting, the most animated I think I have ever seen Spanish workmen. The gravel was quickly dumped, the truck secured to a tree by a rope. Once the truck was stabilised, there was much scratching and shaking of heads, many shoulders were shrugged. How to move it? The solution? A telephone call followed by the eventual arrival of another truck, shovels, ropes, men. The memory of this drama returns to us, each year. The gravel is now deposited on the driveway: more barrowing, but level! 
5 to remember
un estrato – a layer
el camión – the truck
la grava [gorda/pequena] – gravel [large/small]
el conductor – the driver
el polvo – the dust
