It has been changeable weather this October - one day warm enough to sunbathe, the next torrential rain. We are now in the inbetween stage: warm sun, blue sky punctuated with fluffy white clouds and a breeze to stop us getting too hot. Dog walking is once again a pleasure not something akin to a form of torture in withering temperatures.
The result of the rain is green shoots popping up across the campo. The dusty brown of the hillside and, even more happily, the blackened burned parts from the August/September fires are entering the second spring. What a difference from England, from whence I have just returned, where the russets, golds and bronzes of the autumn trees turned the green patchwork of England's countryside into a jewelled cloth.
Pretty as England can be in the autumn I prefer the relative warmth of southern Spain especially when friends in the north-east of England report snow.