OK, I’d better come clean: I don’t actually live in Seville itself – the city.
I live about 10 minutes outside, in a village up the hill to the west. But I’ve learned, in my eight years living here, that it’s quite acceptable to be vague/casual/cavalier about any detail or information, and that includes saying exactly where you live – 10km or so is near enough. Anyway, I live in Seville province, so that counts too.
I’m lucky enough to be just a couple of minutes from the motorway, which sweeps me down into Sevilla capital super-fast, yet in the countryside.
The house is next to an olive grove, is set in a good-sized plot of land down a quiet road, and has a couple of lemon and almond trees, but no spectacular garden (unless you count overgrown wild flowers like these) or veg plot – though we’re working on that, along with about 10 other half-finished projects.
One well-to-do visitor took one look at my house asked me, astonished, if I lived there permanently, ie not just at weekends or in the summer. No, if I’m honest, it’s not quite the sort of place where I expected to be living, in my 40s with two kids, but there we go.
So… great garden, great location, crap house. Well, you can’t have everything, can you?
As we’re in the countryside, we get plenty of visiting animals.
Here are some of the beasties – welcome and less so – which have appeared in our house and garden over the years.
This cat was also “loaned”, by a friend who already had 18 in his house. He chose to leave us and adopt a neighbour, but the other one stayed. We found the dog in the olive grove next door when he was a tiny puppy – but that’s another story. They fight like – yes, exactly.