July 2011


. . . has been derelict for
years and looks more like a compact tip with potential for improvement. One wall has caved in.

On Monday 27th June Jorge the builder called round to ask if we needed any work done. As it happens, the granite house does need a couple of minor repairs, and we discussed these.
One of his workers, Pedro, likes working with stone. He said the pigsty wall needs pulling down then rebuilding. He asked about our plans for the sty and I explained that it will one day be a roofed barbecue area. He suggested adding a curved stone wall beside the sty around an old mountain oak which is next to it and making a shady sitting place there – I agreed it would be nice.

On Tuesday Jorge returned to tell us he could start next Monday, maybe even on Friday. “Good,” we said. “Start when you can, but there’s no hurry.”

Thursday morning at 9.30 a van, a lorry and four men arrived with Jorge. They unloaded a cement mixer, piles of building blocks and metal flashing, and Jorge had a level chalk line pinged in the north wall ready to dig a yard-drainage channel. Then he put in string lines for the excavations for steps descending an earth slope beside the house on the east wall. A ladder was raised on the south wall ready for the installation of a line of flashing.

Pedro eyed up our overgrown wreck of a pigsty disapprovingly. We wrote a list of what is included in the estimate, and Jorge went away. Pedro and I talked a little about the pigsty again. He called over the workers and had the overgrowth cleared, fallen stones moved away and a trench dug around the sty.  

Getting into the swing of it now, he ignored the repairs listed on the estimate and set a big stone step beside the sty, then had Daniel prune the oak tree. The step became an entrance and continued into a wall, with all four workers sweating in the hot sun and with the shade temperature at 36°C.
Mário made cement and took soil away. Jorge returned in the late afternoon and admired the progress on the sty. He commented that he didn’t know about the wall and it isn’t in the estimate. I admitted it is something of a surprise to me too, and was totally unplanned. However, Pedro clearly knows what he’s doing so I’m prepared to pay for him to do it.

Left: Pedro working on the wall.  Above: Mario.
The team of four worked on the wall for three more days, clearing the rocks from inside the sty on Monday.

Below: Daniel positioning heavy stones for Pedro. They also started on the original plan, making a flight of five steps along the side of the granite house, which will make the walk to the apartment safer.

However,  after five days on site two delays occurred; one over delivery of the stone flooring for the sty/barbecue, and the other over step heights. The builders went elsewhere after Tuesday 5th July and are due back “soon”. That was over two weeks ago . . .


 Update:  1st August and still waiting . . .

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          Samuel is a classical singer – a very good one. He’s also great company. He’s our son too, so I have to declare I may be biased . . . He invited us to Burgos, 500km from here (but at least it is in Iberia)  where he would be working for four days with the Gabrieli Consort, a high calibre Early Music choir.

On Saturday 11th June  we drove to Burgos and when the satellite nav said we had reached our destination we were sunk – it was a street of boarded-up houses with a high-walled park opposite. Eventually we found it was a long street split by a roundabout, but numbered from 1 up at both sides of the roundabout. Two number 2’s, two number 34’s etc. We were directed to the other number 37.

Once installed in our nice hotel on the far side of the roundabout we dressed smartly and walked into town along the riverside to the first concert, in the Cathedral.

One is not allowed to record performances or to take pictures, as artists have to be paid more if this happens! Anyway, the Gabrielis including Samuel were brilliant, singing unaccompanied Requiem for an Empress (written in 1603).  The music is very much better live as the sound is enveloping and resonant in a way that recordings cannot reproduce. It was great!

Lerma is a medieval town 40km distant, and it was there we heard an organ duet concert on Sunday lunchtime. The organs in San Pedro College are a pupil-and-teacher pair imported from Holland four hundred years ago; the picture shows one of the pair, with the college chapel choir-stalls beneath. The other organ is ten metres away with the organists’  backs toward each other and seating for sixty choristers in a C-shape between.

 

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We returned on Monday to hear the Gabrielis give two concerts of music from the 1600’s; the acoustics were good and the performances brilliant.

The streets and all the perimeter of the town’s main square (plaza mayor) are nicely cobbled, and there is very little traffic.

We gave Samuel his dress shirt in his early teens and he loves it to bits! It looks formal but hidden (until he takes off his jacket) are brightly coloured Rupert the Bear pictures on the back and sleeves!

 

Janet wearing Samuel's tails

We drank lots of freshly pressed orange juice with ice, as it’s very unwise to have anything alcoholic within twelve hours of a performance. This picture was taken at a café opposite the parador (posh hotel) in the plaza mayor, which is a broad hilltop with beautiful views across the countryside below – rather like many Italian or Portuguese towns. The plazas are more spacious in Spain, and often without shady trees, relying on the shops around the square having shaded colonnades with rooms above.

Tuesday morning was free time for us to walk into Burgos and buy Morcilla de Burgos (black pudding made with rice, onions and cumin) and other bits ‘n’ pieces.

The most well-known entrance to the town centre is El Cid’s gate, with the cathedral in the background. El Cid was one of the first to organise the expulsion of the moslem North Africans from Spain in the 11th century. He was born near Burgos.

Whilst we enjoyed our free day Samuel and the choir were rehearsing – this is two photos merged and shortened to show how beautiful is the cathedral, a lovely rehearsal room!

Samuel pictured after the rehearsal, pencil to hand (behind his ear!). The evening concert. “Songs of Farewell” comprised four 16C songs, three 19C songs, and two modern ones which were brilliant. One was by Jonathan Dove (born 1959)” Into thy hands”, and the other by James McMillan (also born in 1959) “A child’s prayer” which almost brought me to tears, one of the most moving songs I’ve ever heard. This last concert was simply fantastic, especially in this beautiful cathedral with long acoustics, well exploited by the performers.

Looking upwards from my seat, into the lace-like dome of stained glass above the nave. The cross to the left is the same one atop the lofty golden altar in the merged rehearsals picture above.

The concerts were part of a private five-day tour for an audience of just 170 participants organised internationally by Martin Randall Travel, and we would like to thank them for so kindly allowing us to hear the concerts. It was an unforgettable experience. Those participants we met were lovely people, as passionate about music as us, and they made our time with the tour all the more enjoyable.