Delivering Furniture (and the final visit with my wife) Pt. 1

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March 2013…..
Winter in the UK is over (just about) and we are all set for the first ferry crossing and first drive to Cortes ūüôā

A week ago I had loaded a man with a van whom we were meeting at Cortes next Wednesday to unload. Yesterday I had collected and loaded another van that we were driving down ourselves via the bay of Biscay.

The 22¬†hour crossing followed by the 10 hour drive seemed daunting but exciting all at once….. It was the first¬†proper step of making the place our own. The satnav had said it would take 10 hours from port to cave and it was exactly that,¬†we left Santander at 12:30 and arrived Cortes at 10:30 in the evening.¬†We were greeted by Bob with a couple of cold¬†lagers for a wind down after the tiring but ultimately straightforward journey.

The ferry crossing was a little choppy but nothing serious considering the stories we had heard about the Bay of Biscay and how¬†the ferries don’t run in the winter due to the weather. The drive was ok and it was great seeing the changes in scenery, the worst bit was¬†the fact that as we neared our destination it was dark and I hadn’t a clue about the road layouts (approaching from the north).

After a good undisturbed sleep (caves are very quiet) we headed over to our cave, we were greeted by lots of exciting things and in order of appearance they went something like this:
1) the kennels that filled half of the yard were no more so we had gained a sun trap.
2) the kennels were now in a neat pile on the other side of the yard.
3) the electric was on.
4) the strange shelving in the kitchen had been removed and rearranged.
5) the shower room had been revamped.
6) several odd square things had been made into arches and curves.
These things were all great, I was happy and this was how I imagined I should feel :-).

We got on with unloading and at some point around mid morning I heard a dog whining, it sounded like it¬†was above the cave but I couldn’t see it. A bit later on I heard it again and just happened to glance up at the¬†drain from the canal (a channel¬†that leads water away from the roof so as to stop it working it’s way into the cave)¬†and saw something move. I went to¬†investigate and there was a small black and white puppy, probably no¬†more than 10 weeks old. I brought it down and we fed it some food and let it wander about while we got on with¬†unloading and moving stuff around. That evening I heard the guy from next door arrive home and tried to explain¬†(with next to no Spanish) that the puppy had appeared in our canal and he took it away.

Note: unfortunately the Spanish don’t treat dogs or pets in the same way as the majority of¬†brits do, a large percentage of¬†people see them as pets until they outstay their welcome because they have grown¬†too big, the school holidays have ended¬†and the kids don’t need this amusement in their lives anymore, they don’t work to their full capacity because they are¬†too old……etc etc etc. I would love to see this change and it is changing but far too¬†slowly.

So day 2, shower at Bob’s and back to work unloading.
Most of the furniture is roughly where we are wanting it and we need to make space for the other van load that is¬†arriving around midday tomorrow. Then the crying puppy in the canal starts again……¬†again we bring him in and let him roam about, he seems calmer than yesterday but spent all his time hiding behind¬†things and under things….. The guys turned up at around 2:00pm with the second van full of furniture.

To be continued……..

 

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