Traitor

It all happened in a whirl. There was no time to say goodbye; no last, long, lingering look. The MG is sold to a chap called Manuel. I just hope he looks after it properly.

We met as arranged , I drove the car to his house, we collected the paperwork and went to an Asesor who made out an official contract of sale. There was a bit of a hiccough in that the road tax for this year isn't paid as I haven't had the bill yet but that aside it's a done deal. I'll take the paperwork to the office tomorrow.

It has been a sad process saying goodbye. I felt quite bereft as I emptied the detritus of the years from the car yesterday. But I can't pretend to be a fit steward if you compare the picture of the car that arrived in Spain with the one I sold today.

That must be one of the five

Vegetarians don't have it easy in Spain. Say you don't eat meat in a restaurant and they'll offer fish, say you don't eat fish either and they'll offer seafood and even when they've got the idea that you may not be too keen on eating any sort of beast they'll still mix ham in with your beans because, in a sort of technical, Spanish, way ham isn't classed along with other meats!

Laura, a Mexican friend, always asks for something that hasn't walked, flown or swum in an attempt to get something veggie.

Anyway we went, with John, who's vegetarian, to Elche yeterday and we asked at tourist information if they knew of any vegetarian places in Elche. There are three and the one we went to, called, Kimbombó, near the river was very good.

The food was well presented and tasty and the set menu was a reasonable price. There were quotes all over the wall from famous people, the walls were all painted in contrasting colours, the tables and chairs were trendy plastic and chrome jobs, the cutlery and glassware were unusually shaped. All in all a pleasant and different experience.

Nice but ....

The woman who sold me my new Mini looked like she should still be at school to me. So I wasn't that surprised when she looked nonplussed at my reply to her question about the colour I wanted for the car. "Coopers have to be red with a white roof." "You know, Monte Carlo Rally, 1964?". Blanker than something blank.

Anyway yesterday after overcoming a series of hurdles I finally took delivery. It seems like a nice competent motor car after our first 100kms together but it hasn't got the soul of the MG. Then again, back in 1964 I suppose those three red and white Minis, destined to become legend - 33 EJB driven by Paddy Hopkirk, Rauno Aaltonen's LBL 6D and Timo Makinen's AJB 44B - were just everyday cars too.

The photo shows the MG, the Mini, Maggie, Harold and Eduardo in Culebrón. And number 37 is the Hopkirk/Liddon car.

Welcome to the UK

I wasn't made to feel very welcome as I waited in the queue the UK Border at Stansted - a tad reminiscent of Willie Whitelaw's thin blue line in Moss Side or the Empire's thin red line. But generally I had a perfectly good time. It was great to see e to crossfamily and old pals. Not that keen on the weather though.

Bright carvers

If anyone had ever told me that I would be impressed with religious carvings I would have snorted in derision.

But today as I was hanging around I thought I may as well pop in to see the free exhibition of carvings by the 18th Century Murcian sculptor Francisco Salzillo.

The snorting has to stop. They were dead good. I particularly liked the bloated, saggy breasted devils trammelled beneath the feet of a Seraphim but even the really standard looking stuff was pretty damned good. It must be tricky getting bits of mahogany to look like folds of cloth!

I might go out and get a lump of wood and some Neutrogena and have a go.

¡Hosannah!

Palm Sunday is a big do in Spain, the start of Holy Week and the chance for the family to get out and be seen around town. Because I'd gone to see the SEAT 850 I was in Orihuela so I watched the procession there. Lots of dignitaries at the front, everybody waving palm fronds or carrying small shaped bits of palm leaf. It was a splendid sunny day. Nice event. Children seemed to be at the centre of it. Everywhere, proud parents, wearing their finery, snapped pictures of their children holding bits of twig.

SEAT 850

I sent an email to Jesús Ros del Moral, asking him if he knew of the whereabouts of any old, small, cheap, Spanish cars. Jesús is the secretary of the Orihuela Seat 600 club so he seemed like a good bloke to ask. He rang around and was told there was a nice one that was nearly perfect. The owner wanted 2000€ which sounded like an affordable amount to me.

The car in question was a SEAT 850, a range of models built in Spain, under licence from Fiat between 1964 and 1974. The 850 was built alongside the SEAT 600 (see post in September 2006) and came to outsell the smaller car as Spaniards grew richer. Mind you it never captured people's hearts the way the little 600 did and nowadays it has nowhere near the same "iconic" status. Nonetheless when I told a Spanish pal I was going to look at one; she was made a sort of girlie giggling sound, "First car my dad ever had", she said.

I'd done a bit of research on the model and my only real criteria was that it should be one of the ones with front disc brakes. Sweet and cuddly as drum brakes are I'm not a big fan of the way they don't always make the car they are fitted to stop. The rest, four doors, longer or shorter body were all as one to me. All I knew about the car before I saw it was that it was red.

As soon as we walked into the lock-up I knew the car was no good. I could spot the filler in the body and the mismatched panels from 10 metres away. Closer up the tatty interior, the rot in the sills and wings and the water leak did nothing to change my first impression. Even the fact that it had discs wasn't enough. I was a bit worried that Jesús would be slighted if I just turned it down out of hand but thankfully he thought the car was rubbish too.

Millstone grit

I was born in Huddersfield and, for the years the Jesuits would have liked to have me, I lived in a place called Elland. This West Yorkshire mill town was surrounded by "edges", cliff like formations produced where the hard sandstone weathers differently to the soft shales beneath.

This one is in Murcia though, close to Mahoya.

Global trends

In Orihuela today, Palm Sunday, there were lots of people in town strolling about, chatting, having a bite to eat, listening to the brass band. There were fewer people at Burger King

For the record

With something like 92% of the vote counted it's clear that the PSOE, Socialists have won the Spanish General Election.

The Socialists have won more seats than last time but the Conservative PP has also gained a couple of seats over the number they won in 2004. The minority parties have had a bad night but because the Socialists didn't manage the 176 seats needed for outright majority, the small "nationalist" parties may still be able to get some of their own way.

Turnout was very similar to 2004 at just over 75%

Polling Day

35 million Spaniards get the opportunity to vote today in a General Election. I drove past a two Polling Stations looking for a photo so I could put something on the Blog but apart from a couple of policeman standing outside there wasn't much to make a photo. So text it is.