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Going Nuts

When I first moved back to Sydney, I'd have to admit I was a little out of my playground. I had just moved in with a new flame who was 10 years my senior, and she had been used to a lifestyle that would be foreign to most

Driving Me Crazy

Driving Me Crazy

As each year passes, less and less brown hair remains on top of my noggin, replaced by the silver locks of a distinguished gentleman. At least I can claim to have a full head of hair with no chrome domes making their presence felt. Over the years I've

Rock My World

The Sierra Nevada mountain range was formed about 5 million years ago by the North African and European plates head butting each other throughout millennia. Having walked many of the peaks, especially the 3,000+ meter ones, the Liverpool kissing must have been out of control. It is not a

The Simple Life

The Simple Life

Seven months have meandered along nicely since I (we) last posted any thoughts or experiences about our life in the mountains of the Alpujarra. Not as a consequence of any lack of experiences but more so from settling into our simple life. When we lived in Brisbane we'd

Crash Test Dummies

Crash Test Dummies

Both AJ and myself have just reached a milestone. We now have over 100 years of combined worldly, and in some cases down right foolish, experiences. To date they have lead to a few stitches here and there, a couple of sprains, more bruises to count, but to date no

Get out! It's snowing on my dog.

Get out! It's snowing on my dog.

When we were searching the internet for our new home, the real estate ad for this property had several images of it covered in snow. Moving to somewhere where it snows was not at the top of the list, more a special treat. Something to imagine happened at Christmas while

If the shoe fits.

If the shoe fits.

If I said we are going snowshoeing, what image would you conjure up? Perhaps a fairy like adventure skipping through a fluffy cloud like landscape where snow flakes float off the tips of pine needles from a forest of pine trees that repeat themselves off into the far distant horizon.

I walk the line

I walk the line

A couple of weeks ago on a brisk winter's Saturday morning, I volunteered with my neighbor to walk the Acequia (Water Channel/Ditch) de las Encinillas to check it was clear of debris, brambles and any possible deceased wildlife, subsequently opening the flow from the Rio Lanjaron. The

Mulhacen.

When we made the decision to move to the Alpujarra, we chose the property first against the location, as it fit an image we had of living off grid in Spain. But over the past 7 months we have come to find that this location has shown itself to be

The Good Oil

Just under 7 months ago, AJ and I announced to the world that we were leaving Oz to be olive farmers in Southern Spain. I guess it was a statement more about a life change than rather a desire to be a olive farmer. When we arrived at our new

Why do we always talk about the weather?

Why do we always talk about the weather?

When you pass your friends and stop for a chat, inevitably you start chatting about the weather. When you live at an elevation of 1,145 metres above sea level, the topic of the weather can be quite a serious conversation. Three weeks ago, we were advised by both our