Oranges and Lemons

 

I used to live and work within the sound of Bow Bells when I was at Barts, but driving to Saville meant we saw far more oranges and lemons than I ever did in London…the landscape changed and we were surrounded by orange and lemon groves, everything was a little greener and the temperature began to rise!

Seville was beautiful, but unfortunately we couldn’t get into some of the monuments and buildings we wanted to, and with the temperature hitting 35 degrees there was a limit to how far we could walk when stopping for a drink every twenty minutes or so.  We may need to return at some point with better planning and cooler temperatures.

We did however visit the cathedral and although a fabulously cool place for some respite, it felt strangely odd to us both. There was no sense of calm, in fact no sense of being in a holy place, more a loud busy tourist attraction. We know Cathedrals all need to make money to support their upkeep, but every other holy building we have been to has kept that feeling of it being somewhere different, a place apart, a place of worship. Maybe it was us, maybe it was the heat, but we just didn’t feel it.

It is a beautiful city, with tree lined boulevards and  stunning buildings, but nevertheless we were relieved to get back to Agy, who had her very own olive tree to mark her place in our fab little campsite a short bus ride away.

Leaving Saville we continued our trip heading to northern Andalusia leaving the orange groves behind olive trees began to fill the landscape, oh, and a large black bull. We’ve seen loads of these as we drive along, but this time I managed to capture a shot. We have no idea why they are there, but they do look rather marvellous standing guard on so many hill tops.