‘tis the season of mist and mellow fruitlessness. Autumn has arrived and once more morning mists roll down the mountain sides. As midday approaches those vapours melt away under a still warm Spanish sun, revealing hedgerows which are be-jewelled with sparkling berries and fruits.
Irrigated agricultural land spares just enough precious water to allow the wild shrubs to prosper. In the orchards immigrant workers have toiled long hours in the sun to harvest the year’s crop. Apples, peaches and nectarines are picked, packed and ready to begin their long journey to far away lands. Our immature fruit trees have on the other hand yielded nothing but the odd spider’s web!