Update from The Finca

My last update was after week 3 of our post lockdown 'new normal' . That was 26th May.  I didn't bother with the weekly updates after that as it seemed that we pretty much had a semblance of 'business as usual' and what's so interesting about that?  I figured I'd return to where I was before: to picking different themes to write about surrounding our lives at Finca Tres Hermanos when I had the time.  

I didn't expect it to be quite so long before publishing another blog, I guess I've been busier than I expected. But yesterday (Sunday) came around and I was rather taken with the idea of simply taking it easy (for once!), pottering about, catching up with my Mum, then putting my feet up and waiting for inspiration to come for some writing, all while the delicious smells of our Sunday roast wafted about the house.  Given the relaxed mood of the day, the inspiration didn't take long.  So, I delivered a cup of tea to the hard working gardener and opened up my laptop.

We're riding out this roller coaster of a pandemic the best way we can.  We're complying with the rules on wearing our masks and keeping our social distance (OK, I will admit that once or twice we've let our guard down but, then, who probably hasn't?).  We're also reshaping our lives and habits a little to feel comfortable with this changing world that this virus has created in the last 9 months.  We're happy to stay at home more and we're choosing to keep our socialising to our immediate circle of friends; sometimes out but more regularly gathering at each other's houses.  That's all I shall say on the matter.  This and future blogs will be a COVID-free zone unless some reference to it is vital to contextualizing the story.  

Freedom to socialise again: ladies night out; another BBQ at home; paella at a Spanish finca, and Sharon's 50th birthday.

But, time spent with hubby is still the best way to spend time!

So in the intervening period where there's been no blog, a few significant headlines are: we celebrated our 2nd Wedding Anniversary, we experienced our first beekeeping disaster, Daniel arrived in the Summer to "work from home" and has rented an apartment in town until January, I've got back in the saddle after vowing I'd retired from horses!, I've started amassing equipment for the home gym we are planning, and Scott turned 55 and is officially 'retired' with a British Gas Pension (although currently shows only mild signs of slowing down in his current day job!)

So first to the beekeeping disaster and, sadly, we lost our rescue hive.  We'd noticed that numbers had started to dwindle but wondered if perhaps the new colony had merged with the first as it seemed to be getting stronger at the same rate as the other was dwindling.  A preferable consideration, as that would mean fewer lives lost.  Merging of colonies hasn't really been heard of though I don't think, and much later our wise old Spanish friend (Jose) suggested that the stronger colony had simply raided and killed/forced out the weaker.  Sounds brutal but that's nature I guess; survival of the fittest and all that.  In less than a week the abandoned rescue hive (which was being bravely defended by the last handful of remaining honeybees or quite possibly by those who'd been displaced by the previous raid) succumbed to the devastating work of the wax moth whose larvae ate through the combs and destroyed what was left.  The saddest part was lifting the hive lid and seeing collapsed frames and no bee activity.  We were at least spared the added distress of having to scoop out handfuls of dead bees.  But, now that we've come through our first disaster, we will be better prepared for the next.  On a positive note, our (now one) colony is thriving and growing hugely in number.  We'll continue to monitor their development closely until they are up to full strength.  Only then might we be able to breathe a little!  With food sources being scarce in July and August, we've been feeding them weekly with sugar syrup and will continue to do so until they can forage successfully again. 

Left: The damage caused by the wax moth, and, right: a thriving hive

Daniel, Scott's eldest, has returned home for six months and is working remotely from an apartment he's renting until January.  If working from home becomes the new norm for him, he may well stay.  He has a great deal of drive and ambition though so anything could happen in the next few months.  For now, it's wonderful having him home and just up the road. 

Good to have Daniel home

So, yes, I'm back in the saddle after a four year break following the accident that nearly killed me.  Brian, who made my wedding dress, kindly invited me to go out with him and I could ride his quieter second horse, Apollo.  I felt like a complete beginner but the nerves quickly faded when I realised what a good little horse I'd been entrusted with.  I'm still working up the courage to have my first little canter out on the trail, but it'll happen!  Not sure yet if it will be a regular thing; we'll see.   

Back in the saddle

The creation of a home gym is somewhat more of a mission for me than riding, and Scott is pretty enthusiastic too.  My training has picked up in pace quite significantly since the lockdown ended and I've spent the summer eagerly watching equipment come back into stock with my chosen suppliers and haven't hesitated to place orders before they've immediately sold out again.    

Gym equipment beginning to arrive!

Gym equipment hasn't been my only internet purchases of late, I've also built up a stock of sewing tools, fabrics and wool for craft projects to keep me busy well through the winter months (as well as occupied should our freedom of movement be curtailed again!).  I've also bought a new sewing machine to replace my old Singer that finally bit the dust this summer after 35 years of faithful service.  

A wool order: this should keep me busy!

I think I'm behaving quite like a lot of people insofar as preparing for ways to keep busy and happy at home when there's less enthusiasm for going out.  It's quite evident people are doing the same as me since just about everything I've wanted to order is subject to long delays and lead in times; still waiting for the sewing machine that was ordered on 5th August!

Scott is dealing with the dawning realisation that he is now a pensioner. I fondly tell him that 'retired employee' is a better way of saying it.  In 14 months, when I turn 55, I will join the same rank and take my own private pension.  What we do at that point is still up for discussion.  I keep hinting at making some sort of plan but it's hard work trying to pin someone down who prefers the more relaxed and spontaneous approach to life!  For now, he's just happy to be supplementing his income enough to slow down a little so I think he will concentrate on that in the coming months. 

I'm not a cake decorator, but I was rather chuffed with Scott's birthday cake, plus as a bonus he gets to keep the props I bought!

So, on to tales from the Finca itself: 

Norfolk Island Hibiscus: One of two planted in early summer. The bees love them!

This summer has been a tester.  Temperatures in July and August sustained themselves in the high 30s to mid 40s which has seen records being broken.  Gardening activity was reduced to simply tending the growing summer crop of vegetables and looking after the bees.  Gowning up in full beekeeper attire was no fun in 40 degree temperature I can tell you!   It seemed all our hard work in the garden during lockdown was at risk.  Our meadow and orchard is dry and barren (but that happens every summer) and we unfortunately lost some of the lavender we planted.  Hardy weeds cropped up unchallenged where, previously, we'd worked hard to clear them from our borders and, overall, the finca started to look a little bit more like the wild abandon it would choose to be if we weren't here to keep it in check.  

Neat rows of tomatoes. It didn't stay like that for long!

The vegetable plot, which always begins each growing season looking perfectly neat, with things growing in orderly rows, soon became a higgledy-piggledy mess of crowded and intermingling chaos.  I have to say, I like a little bit of chaos, it rather suits our garden to be honest.  If you should take a wander round, you'll see some sort of chaos exists elsewhere and the veggie patch is not alone!  While we admire a friend's weed free and immaculate show garden, I had to gently remind my lovely husband that our plot is perfect in it's own way and that it truly reflects the years of hard work he has put into making it the way it is.  When you consider our garden was an open field 20 years ago, you can see just how far it's come today.

I realise that I haven't made any jams or chutneys this year.  I've only managed to turn some of our tomatoes and onions into sauces to use over the winter months.  The hard summer has actually been pretty detrimental to yields so we've had to be content with mainly picking what we can eat each day.  When we've had a little extra, we've given it away or exchanged it, so keeping up our 'campo currency' arrangement with friends.  

Campo Currency from Antonio: Plums and Pears

Our greatest success has been in our tomatoes, these have been full of richness and flavour this year.  Everyone who has received a bowlful from us has been unanimous in saying that they have been the best they've ever tasted.   Our tomatoes are now coming to an end and we just can't imagine coping with supermarket replacements in the coming months!  

Courgettes, garlic, sweetcorn and tomato sauce for the freezer!

We haven't had any failures to speak of, but our sweetcorn has certainly been interesting!  As our husks have matured on the stalks, we've eagerly opened them up to find a cob only partly covered by the edible seeds (kernal).  Despite being watered and fed organically (with horse poop basically!), it's nevertheless been a lesson in expectation vs reality; not everything looks like it does on the supermarket shelves!

Right now, our pumpkins are maturing and we've had a decent crop of melons and courgettes too.  If we're lucky, we'll also have the odd pomegranate or two with which I shall decorate the odd salad or rice dish for as long as the last.

The growing habits of pumpkins is a little random, the stems and tendrils of which simply refuse to remain in the confines of the vegetable patch and stubbornly and resolutely snake their way in whichever direction they choose.  This makes for some interesting step work when negotiating one's way outside to hang out the washing!  Mr Forbes has plans to grow next year's crop somewhere in the orchard away from human traffic.  We'll see how that goes but I have visions of pumpkins hanging from startled and invaded fruit trees!  

Pumpkins have a way of taking over....

...but look promising...

...while providing a bountiful home for the local fauna!
(She's a Golden Orb Weaver)

Somewhere hidden amongst the pumpkins, a crop of aubergine flowers have reared their heads.  With a bit of luck, the fruits will start to grow.  Elsewhere, we have a good crop of peppers and these are deliciously sweet without their seeds, or a little spicy if we chuck those in the pot as well.

Beautiful aubergine flowers

Glorious Peppers

Now that we are in September, Scott has prepared one of the beds ready to receive the first planting of winter vegetables.  The soil has been turned over and a fresh lot of manure has been rotovated in.  In the coming couple of weeks or so, the seedlings will start arriving at the garden centres and we'll be busy planting. 

Scott hard at work with the rotovator

A costly but unavoidable job this autumn will be to engage the services of a contractor to reform our swimming pool.  After 20 years it's braved the ravages of the hardest well water in the district, but is now failing in quite the most spectacular way.  I've spent the summer tearing my hair out in despair but managed to slow its decline and keep it in service.  The refurbished pool will be resurfaced, the levels corrected, retiled and finished with new coping stones.  We'll have to work hard to make sure the refurbished pool remains in top condition but I consider myself pretty well placed for that, having graduated from the School of Hard Knock Pool Maintenance!  

Long overdue weeding now that the weather has cooled off a bit

The palm trees get their annual trim at Tres Hermanos and Del Olivar

We're looking forward to autumn's arrival, when we can be out in the garden for most of the day and get a good amount of work done.  We have lots of plans and, not surprisingly, much of them are centered around what we need to plant to make our bees happy.  We've had thoughts about turning the meadow into something a little more structured and beautiful (having been somewhat inspired by Channel 4's George Clark visits to National Trust houses and gardens).  Now, that might sound hugely ambitious for a hot climate and chaotic garden such as ours but we're not put off ...... yet.

And now for a few little extras: 

Still time for a bit of baking!

While Fudge is on garden pest watch, Humbug is .... well...
(the male and female of the species perfectly described by cats perhaps?!)

I think this would be my dream home (visit to a customer of Scott's)

I'd better leave it there, I have a rather large pumpkin to turn into soup! 

From Lockdown to ? : Week 3 - Days 65 to 71

Onion flower in Phase 1: half in, half out.
Wasn't that what we were supposed to be doing?!

Our first week in 'Phase 1'  of deescalation is over and, so far, things are going well.  Preferably, like the onion flower, we'd be taking it slow and easing in gently but that's proved a little difficult in practice as friends have been eager to catch up, Scott's been receiving more calls, and me?: I'm back at the gym with my trainer and running a multitude of errands.  Week 2 isn't looking like it's easing in either!  We're sticking to the rules though: gatherings of no more than 10 are permitted and we're dutifully wearing our masks when out in public.  

Top and bottom: Feeling good to be back together with friends!

Last weekend's gatherings proved that nothing can compare to the feeling of being able to enjoy the company of friends and family once again.  That said, it's evident that the Lockdown has had the same affect on us all in that everyone has used the time to slow down and internally regroup so to speak. Scott and I have heard how others like us are altering their perspective and now changing their priorities.  There just might be a new social paradigm about to happen if people begin to practice what these last few weeks have forced us to stop and think about.  The main focus is a shift towards our preference to spend more time at home, whether that be in your own company or inviting friends for dinner and keeping everything else a little closer to home too.  Of course, many of our friends have a business to focus on and errands still need to be run.  We'll all do our bit to support local businesses as they hopefully recover too.  We're not about to become unsociable buggers, nothing could be further from the truth but just don't expect to see us every weekend!

Back at our favourite breakfast venue: Bar Mazza with their socially distant table plan
Scott made a pretty good effort at Lockdown Eggs and Garlic,
but I think he'd be happy to bow to the experts!

And when we go shopping:

Wear your masks ...

... form an orderly queue, and wait to be served

Back at Finca Tres Hermanos, there's more than enough work to be done to fill the remaining gaps in the day that normal business, errands and socialising haven't swallowed up.  The weather is warming up considerably and fairly soon one less job to worry about will be the mowing as the green stuff (that's turned imitating grass in to an art form) dies off.  It'll soon be time to strim the meadow and let the dry wildflower seeds scatter and sink back into the soil along with the 'green stuff' to wait it out until it rains again. 

Beyond our boundary fence, the animal feed has been cut taking the flowers with it and is being prepared for baling. This as well as the spring flowers also dying off means that food for our honeybees will soon become scarce.  We've already taken several steps to provide all the foraging we can by planting more lavender and provided that we keep this watered the bees should be fine.  In any event, we have invested in some hive feeders that will hold supplementary feed if that should be necessary later in the year.  For variety and colour, we're also on the constant search for other bee-friendly shrubs that we can plant down on the bee terraces.  While we expect very few (if any) visitors now this year, we nevertheless still want to tempt the bees to forage in an area away from the house, bar and pool.  

Fields around our house ready for baling

After only an hour of planting some nice new shrubs,
Scott was concerned that the bees hadn't found them yet!
Patience darling x
Squint and you might spot some colour now spreading around the trees

Around the vegetable patch we've allowed the odd plant or two to flower before going to seed so we have a variety of extra forage which the bees are loving so they're not going hungry yet.  Not all winter veg goes to seed this way; the broad beans for instance grow from the flowers the plants produce in spring and it's the pods that dry up and turn to seed.  We pull up most of the dead plants before they succeed in dropping their seed heads into the soil but we inevitably miss a few so if you take a walk around it's not uncommon to find winter peas growing up among the new tomatoes or last year's tomatoes self-seeding among the carrots!  

One of our honeybees gathering pollen while feeding from a beautiful onion bloom
(regrettably, this delicate and pretty white flower still smells much like an onion!)

A wild bush that grows all over our campo in Spring: Ratama - known
for its medicinal properties.  Our bees are sure to be foraging from these and 
the list of health benefits are endless!

Top: The planned and the interlopers growing side by side
Bottom: The stages of tomatoes to give us bags of freshness right into autumn

Sweetcorn, french beans,

courgettes and cherry tomatoes

 

From plot to plate:
chicken and vegetable curry

I'd better wrap up this update now. I had intended to bake a cake but I appear to have wasted an entire afternoon typing very little at this keyboard!  I'm not sure I'm ready for the disappointment on Mr Forbes' face when he gets home.  I should have also seen to some mowing or pool maintenance but I'm under strict instructions from my trainer to take it easy (more disappointment for Mr Forbes!)  I've had a few issues with my back so if I only manage to crawl out of bed tomorrow morning, it'll be important to narrow it down to today's deadlift training and not because I then came home and tugged a stubborn three-legged mower over 4,000sq m of grass!  It's unlikely I'll be any more sore than expected tomorrow though, my trainer knows what she's doing and she kept me just knocking under a 40kg lift; we don't want to be rushing back into training do we?  (Well, I was up for it, but she said "No!")

See you soon!

Fudge is not prepared to let Rafa in without his mask!

From Lockdown to ? - Week 2 - Days 58 to 64

Unsettled weather creates a dramatic backdrop over Finca Tres Hermanos

There are times when certain thoughts between couples are best shared in the full conscious light of day and not last thing at night when you're about to drift off to sleep.  Last Sunday was just one of those times when something Scott muttered jolted me wide awake and ready to sit up and turn the light back on!

You see, one of the things we've talked about most since we got together is buying a motorhome some day and travelling.  It was while on one of our first dates that we discovered that this ambition was pretty high on both our lists. We've since planned when this might come to fruition.  So now, back to lying in bed last Sunday night, Scott muttering he now wasn't too sure he "wants a motorhome anymore", you might ask why that light remained off?  Well, it was late and we were tired so we mumbled in agreement to revisit the thought "tomorrow" when we were both  lucid. (Lucky for him it also meant he avoided being thumped with a pillow while it being suggested to him he might pick his moments better!)

When the light of day came I could see why he aired that thought though and I think I have to agree with it.  These last two months of lockdown has caused us both to recentre and we realise just how much we love spending time at home and pouring our combined energy into the upkeep of the house, more importantly the garden, and to our new hobby of bee keeping (another dream we've had in common).  The discussion on whether or not we end up with a motorhome some day will remain on the table for now. 

So as of tomorrow (Monday 18th May) Malaga moves to Phase 1 in Spain's deescalation. We're now permitted to meet up in groups of no more than 10 people, travel to our second homes, visit more shops other than just the supermarket, and visit bars and restaurants.  All of these 'privileges' come with strict caveats of course and one of those is that we must not travel between provinces.  This is all good news of course provided we remain vigilant and stick to the protocols but for reasons I've already stated we're not in a massive hurry to take advantage of these reestablished freedoms.  Home is still too comfortable a place right now.  That said, my personal trainer and I will take our first tentative steps back into my weight training next week (looking forward to that!) and we have our first meet up planned with the footy gang next Saturday over a takeway; the 10 of us keeping to safe social distances of course!  I shall miss our twice-weekly quiz nights on Houseparty though.  We've had a lot of fun broadening our quiz knowledge (but I must say I was in disbelief that no one could remember the name of the tower block where Del Boy and Rodney Trotter lived!  Of course, Carin is excused on account of being Dutch!)

Whilst I'm looking forward to getting back into regular training, our poolside 
workouts won't be neglected and will certainly be one lockdown tradition that will remain.

A good post-workout supper: salmon and prawn curry
(Recipes will appear shortly on a dedicated blog page but be warned, I'm a random 
cook and don't bother much with measures; I prefer to be surprised! lol)

On to this week's catch up:

Monday was a write off, well more like a train wreck really!  A recipe I had planned to use the remaining Navel oranges from our tree turned out to be a disaster, except that is for the blind baked flan base the oranges had been destined for.  By the time realisation had dawned that the orange and frangipane filling was going to hit the skids, the kitchen resembled a nuclear war zone, dinner was late and I was on the verge of a hormonal meltdown!  In order to salvage what remained of the day, I stood still, drew a deep breath in and tidied the kitchen. It's surprising how much better things look when neatness and order is restored!  Enter Mr Forbes who knocked up an egg and cheese quiche filling for the redundant flan base. It didn't feel right that I'd let him rescue dinner after he'd been out for the best part of the day fixing boilers and leaks but he insisted on taking over so I consoled myself by redirecting my energy to compiling my tax return.  It was fortuitous that Monday's dinner plan rolled over to Tuesday as the resultant unhurried schedule meant I had time to prepare something much better with the ingredients from the day before. 

Now, I do love to bake things (when the recipe comes out right!)  Mr Forbes informs me on a regular basis that he "needs something sweet".  I smile coquettishly and remind him that he has me but he just looks at me blankly and says: "cake is better". I'm beginning to wonder if he's not becoming just a tad spoiled?  Still, he's cute, so I'm happy to indulge him. But what to bake? 

When I was a girl, I would often beg my Mum to make a lemon drizzle cake and as we still have loads of lemons on our tree, the choice was an easy one.  As the kitchen filled with the scent of the lemons, it evoked a precious childhood memory of watching my Mum work her magic over her mixing bowl while I eagerly waited to lick the remnants of cake mixture off any utensil that had come into contact with it.  Now I was surprised some while ago to learn that Scott had missed out on this wonderful childhood experience so whenever I bake if he happens to be in the room at the right moment, he gets to lick the spoon before it hits the washing up bowl. Of course, when he isn't, it's all mine!  I'm trying to limit my bakes to just one a week but the lemon drizzle cake went fast so by Saturday another bake was needed and the recipe was adapted for a chocolate and lime version. That is destined not to last long either!

The beginnings of Lemon Drizzle cake (with eggs courtesy of the very kind Kathleen Millwood)
Campo currency being put to good use

A successful experiment with chocolate and lime: chocolate and lime drizzle traybake
(adapted from Mary Berry's lemon drizzle version)

The unsettled weather this week has meant being consigned a little more to indoors.  Now I don't know if I'm getting worse with age or if I suffer from a condition induced by lockdown fever?  Either way, I find myself wondering if I'm doing enough with my day?  If I sit down for longer than five minutes, I think I'm not being useful and then guilt (if that's what it is?) gets me up on my feet again, and I pace up and down staring at shelves, straightening anything that might have become askew.  It's all a little 'OCD'.  Then there are days when sitting down for even five minutes to grab a sandwich between jobs seems like a luxury!  I hate being idle but I'm also trying hard to accept that sometimes it's OK to just sit and do nothing for a while.  Of course, there are plenty of things one can do sitting down that are equally productive as they are relaxing.  During one particular attack of OCD this week I tidied my sewing cupboard and found some more elastic so I lifted my old and very faithful sewing machine out and made some more face masks for Scott (his old ones were getting a bit worn).  Rather than put it all away afterwards, I played with the machine's embroidery attachments (I'm ashamed to say at this point that in 30 years of owning my Singer, I've NEVER used it to embroider!)  Now that I'm getting on a bit, embroidery now seems "de rigueur" so I think I might just add this to my list of "stay at home" activities, although I think Scott might be worried that I'm about to start monogramming towels and socks.  He can, at least, be pleased that I've finally turned up a pair of jeans that he gave me year ago to do.  It was fortunate for him that he was at home to model them first, otherwise there might have been a danger of one leg finishing up shorter than the other. 

I'm not the tidiest person!              Using the embroidery function        Nearly, but you get the gist?

 

           Watching my Singer weave its magic

We've had another very productive week in the garden despite the unsettled weather.  After a one particularly heavy rainfall early in the week, I took a stroll down to the bee terraces as Scott was keen for me to look at the weeds he'd saved from the strimmer.  We've noticed that the bees love a particular kind for its charming purple and blue flower so we want to leave these alone until they stop flowering and drop their seed heads and then hopefully these 'weeds' will grow in abundance next Spring.  While I was down there, I picked up a rake and attempted to loosen some soil over a shallow gully which had formed in a previous storm. With our soil being heavy clay, I should have known better! Suffice to say, I'd have had better luck throwing a Greek Urn on a potters wheel than rake over a gully!  

                                     Saved from the strimmer: Bee food    Half the garden on the bottom of my Crocs

                                    Mr Forbes does some heavy duty strimming....and plants yet more lavender!

It's still mowing season so the meadow and orchard got another trim this week while Scott saw to some heavy duty strimming and weeding.  Now that we're officially permitted to visit our second homes, I'm desperate to get to 'del Olivar' and retrieve my petrol mower from the workshop.  I wouldn't say the one I'm currently using is cumbersome but with one of its four wheels jammed solid and flatly refusing to turn, I could liken mowing with it to driving a stubborn 3-legged donkey to market.  By the time I'd finished, I was red-faced and sweating like a sumo in a sauna! While I'm be happy to work off the extra pounds that the cake is putting on, my arms are telling me they're too worn out to lift another slice anyway!

                                          When the 3-legged mower obliges, the meadow finish looks quite professional

Our veggie patch is continuing its cyclical transformation from winter to summer crops.  I'm still learning too and whilst selecting some vegetables to put in a curry, one memorable conversation this week went something like this: 

Me: Darling, these leeks are going a funny colour and they smell ever so strong.

Scott: That's because they're garlic!

(In my defence, the plants look very similar!)

Mr Forbes is so proud of his first crop of french beans, he's been trying for years to grow them!

Another crop of veg picked for supper: cabbage, onions and leeks (not garlic! lol)

Our  time in the garden this week finished with a check on the bees who seem quite at ease now with me opening up the hive to peer in.  Only one of the hives needed a new foundation frame. Now that I've developed a knack for keeping the smoker alight for longer than 10 minutes, I don't visit the hive without it as it does distract the bees' attention away from their dive bombing missions. 

New foundation frames with their waxed sheets, ready to put in the hives

A bee keeper's outfit is hardly "haute couture"....

...especially when it involves borrowing hubby's trousers (belted up a la 80's style!)

And now for some randoms:

Our Peach and Apricot trees are bearing fruit and will soon be ready for picking

Campo currency oranges

When not following us around the garden, Humbug and Fudge spend the rest of the time napping

A good end to the day: a cool gin and tonic with limes