20 years ago, intrigued and enticed by the accounts of Gerald Brenan and Chris Stewart, we booked a stay in a house high above Lanjarón, at the western edge of the beautiful Alpujarras, foothills of the Sierra Nevada and the last foothold of the Moors in Spain.
Our first visit to the Alhambra Palace was unforgettable – we were entranced by the colours, the patterns, the fine detail in the grand architecture … the centuries-old tiles that brought the past into the present.
And driving east into “La Alpujarra”, seeing the almond and olive trees, the white-washed houses with their traditional flat roofs and distinctive chimneys, the mountains and the vast skies above; we were captivated.
Back in the UK, young children in tow and the need to keep down the day job meant progress towards the dream was slow and sporadic, but now the nest is empty the next chapter can begin …
