Don't Count Your Chickens...

Out last night for an anniversary meal. Romántica, our favourite village restaurant because of the quality of Brent’s cooking, not because it’s only 200 metres from our front door. Mind you, that proved to be useful last night. Half way through our meal we became aware of a strange sound - rain hammering onto the roof above us. And it kept on raining all night, although it had stopped by the time we woke this morning. Then there was another spell of rain this evening. The sierra behind us rises up to just over 2,000 metres, so I wasn’t reallt surprised to see snow-covered peaks when I took the bus down to Nerja this morning.