Unbeknown to many, it actually does, sometimes, rain in Spain.
Granted, it doesn’t happen very often, at least not here in the south anyway, but this week in Motril and presumably most other reaches of southern Spain it has proved to be one of those rare occasions.
Normality will, no doubt, resume sooner or later, but presently, it is absolutely p****ing it down.
Friday had seen by midday 50 litres per square metre, hardly surprising as it belted down between 04.30h and 07.30h and hasn’t stopped raining since then.
In the case of La Herradura, the barrancos Las Tejas, Espinar & La Mezquita y Barranquillo, spewed tonnes of earth to cover the road between the barranco mouth and the beach.
Fortunately, however, the last minute clearing of vegetation in the barrancos and rivers prevented the beaches being littered with washed up vegetation brought down by the rain.
And, as always when it rains in Motril, La Herradura and Almuñécar, the beach roads turn into lakes.
Meanwhile, along the vegas, you can hear the chirimoyos and aguacates, fruit trees, sighing their gratitude.
