Most tourists visiting Sierra de Grazalema head higher up into the mountains. Spectacular, but I like it down here in the lush, rolling, pantano.
Winter in rural Cádiz is not a hardship, but we are now being rewarded for two months, two week of keen, cold nights, and about two weeks – all told – of rain or sodden morose skies. This is how it looked around these parts in early April: the too bright brilliant, green coming through. Sparkling – and already loud with the bleating and bells of sheep and goats.
I am compiling a gallery of Favourite Hills, and one pictured, on the road from Zahara to Prado del Rey, is a contender. Why is the tree foliage parallel with the steep incline of the hill? I don’t know.