We first visited Las Hortichuelas, a little hamlet between our new home and the coast, 25 years ago. In those days, the only communication with the outside world from there was a coin box telephone in the village bar. Now it has WIFI and so Digby has to go there to use the internet every evening until the tecnico arrives to install a system in our house. The village has not grown and nothing much else has changed except that the once dusty village streets are now metalled and most of the houses look smarter, although many are still in a ruinous state.
A young man from a farm 3km down the track called round yesterday evening to collect the visiting donkeys. Apparently someone had left the gate of their paddock open and they had taken themselves off.