NOVEMBER in the Sierra Nevada. This camino runs from the rio Guadalfeo to Orgiva. It’s a back lane from a river to the centre of a small town. It is steep and long. Cars can be a problem. Goats can too . . .
There are places where men have patched the camino with concrete, but other men and animals have left their marks before the concrete has set. Men tread in wet concrete by accident because they know what a pain concreting can be. Cats and dogs do it because they seek immortality.
The pomegranates are at their ripest in November. The name pomegranate means Apple of Granada – which is the city on the other side of the mountains. Yesterday I bought two collarless shirts there for ten euros each. I would imagine the shirts with collars cost more – but I don’t know this for certain. That’s just me thinking logically.