After our morning walk we took a short drive up the rural tracks to the highest mountain, Giralda, in the Sierra de Las Guájaras (note the feminine ending here) situated directly opposite our house, passing Guájar La Vieja (Old Guájar) on the way. This is an isolated group of houses which once was an important farm. Over generations the land has become divided and the hamlet deserted. A few of the buildings have been converted to barns as some villagers who own parts of the original estate still farm bits of the land.
The light was wonderfully clear and the panoramic views were stunning. We took many photographs. Even at that height, it was exceptionally warm for late October. The rich greens of the pines and the leaves of the almond trees, now russet, contrasted strikingly with the grey and brown rock of the mountains. From our elevated position we could see the the sierras of Motril and the Mediterranean shimmering in the distance.
We collected firewood in anticipation of the colder winter nights, and on the way back, stopped to pick some pomegranates on an abandoned piece of land. The Spanish word for pomegranate is ‘granada’ and I think it’s a great pity that the fruit which symbolises this province is nowadays not considered worth harvesting.
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