From a rather grey, damp and gloomy Gib I thought I would share some sunnier pix with you all on this particular Sunday.
A few posts ago, I wrote about the Mid-Harbour estate. Here in Gib it is called government housing. In the UK it would be a council estate.
But in the UK you don’t walk out of the door with a view across the Bahia de Algeciras and a view out of your bedroom window of the Rock of Gibraltar. For just over £100 a month rent.
We were working in one of these flats this month. Pretty big kitchen, beautifully fitted out, even down to the Belfast sink.
I can’t imagine renting a property and spending thousands on fittings and fixtures although in retrospect, one of my parents’ friends bought fitted carpet, and my mother-in-law changed her kitchen. Council house mentality I guess.
Here are the beautiful gardens outside.
And moving swiftly on to the other end of the extreme to Ocean Village. Where we have also been working.
Firstly at the rather lovely Pizza Express, and secondly at a flat. Cost of flat, approx half a mill. Compares well with the Mid-Harbour rent of £100+ quid a month eh?
But look at this beautiful pool area. This, my dears, is in the somewhat more exclusive estate of Ocean Village. The former Marina Bay, revamped at the whim of a certain Greg Butcher.
Who? I hear you ask. Greg Butcher. Vegetarian (for which he gets a plus point from me), founder of Montagne Jeunesse cosmetics company, and countless other companies. Here is a linky, about the only decent info I could find, as he has managed to avoid a huge internet profile. Very clever Mr B. Ironic name for a vegetarian methinks. I’d be changing that one. Using my wife’s name or my mother’s name. Anything but Butcher.
It truly is from one extreme to the other. If Mid-Harbour council estate government housing ain’t my cup of Darjeeling, neither is the rather bling Ocean Village. Not that I could afford it. Although – I’m never one to refuse a quick swim in a beautiful pool. But it is December. And I didn’t have a swimsuit.