| The
beginning of our journey was of course to pack the trailer, which had
spent a year sitting on our driveway, waiting for this moment to fulfil
it's destiny |
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There
really was a huge amount of stuff to take, all the telescopes and mounts
and cameras and ancillary equipment such as generators and pieces of
furniture |
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| The
"little brick" as the trailer became fondly known, required us
to park in the motorway services on the M5 south alongside rather larger
vehicles |
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Here
we are in the queue to board our car ferry. Liz HATES sea journeys
and this one turned out to be no better than all the rest - but we made
it, and she is still alive |
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| The
dockers cast off the ropes holding our ferry to the quayside, and our last
links with England are broken. Our 'babies' are on their way to
their new home |
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Plymouth
rapidly disappears astern |
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| And
after a pretty calm overnight journey we arrive in the northern Spanish
port of Santander. The pilot boat accompanying us in to the harbour |
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The
journey south is uneventful and the weather very kind. Here we have
stopped for diesel on the motorway around Madrid |
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| And
because we didn't want to arrive at the house in the dark we decided to
stop overnight and rest. This is our chosen hotel, just south of
Granada and within an hour of the house |
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Our
first view of the house - with the builders vehicles parked outside.
They have promised us it will be ready for us |
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| As we
arrive outside the garage we get out of the car and look inside, to
see....... |
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The
first indication of what was to greet us. Chaos and dirt was
everywhere. Yes, the house was "finished", in that it had
a roof, but we had no water, no power and not a lot else |
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| We
talked to the builders about the state of things and agreed that they
would help us get a cooker and a washing machine as fast as possible |
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The
secondary cage of our precious16 inch reflector sits on the floor of the
bedroom as a builder files and cuts PVC pipe just above it |
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| Lizzie
does her best to get the "lounge" in some kind of shape and we
decide to use the astronomy folding table as our dining room table |
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The
solar panels are on the roof and providing power, it just isn't getting to
the lights, but after a couple of hours we manage to sort out the problem
and all is well. We have power at least |
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| And
then we manage to sort out the water problem and are able to pump water to
the tank. Our water comes from a spring and is gorgeous |
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Lizzie
gets on with the important task of trying out the new cooker and creates
our first meal in La Divisa |
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| The
washing machine arrives and is fitted. It works very well and has
now washed many dusty clothes |
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The
patio we had built alongside the house was quickly pressed into
service. Here we are discussing things various with the people who
sold us the house, and some local English friends |
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| When
not being used for evening meetings the patio doubles as an area to dry
the washing. Eventually we will grow vines over the large posts |
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We
also started laying out where paths will be, and bringing some order to
the garden |
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| Liz
wanted to use one of the old original beds from the old house, and here
Paul is painting it with white enamel, prior to installing it in the
bedroom. It is now in our lovely bedroom and is very, very comfy |
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One
exciting feature about living at 1200 metres is that you are right 'up
there' with the weather. Here you can see clouds spilling over the
mountain top to our east - and spilling down the valley to our south |

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| As
soon as things were reasonably straight we put together the 16 inch and
tried it out. It worked superbly and we are satisfied that we are
going to really enjoy our dark Spanish skies |
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Once
we were satisfied that things were good enough to leave we took time to
enjoy ourselves. Here we are enjoying lunch with visiting English
friends at a local restaurant |
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here we are being hosted to dinner by our local astronomer friends, who
have pulled out their best china and crystal for us |
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After
dinner we sat on their patio and watched as local people ploughed between
the grape vines in the clouds - very atmospheric |
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| But on
other days the sun shone as it can only shine in Spain, and the locals
brought their mules to harness them and to plough the fields immediately
around the house |
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Standing
at the top of our track, the High Sierra mountains in the distance, we are
constantly reminded of why we love this place and how much we enjoy being
here |
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