I loathe shopping. Not just with a capital L, but LOATHE it.
But, and this is a big but, even I can tolerate a trip to the boring old supermarket when I have beautiful views all around me.
This isn’t Asda, or Tesco, or Safeway (as was) in Newcastle, in Gosforth, or Kenton, or Cowgate, or Heaton or wherever. This is a trip to Morrisons in Gibraltar, with the Bay of Algeciras and Spanish hills, on one side, and on the other, the indomitable Rock.
The supermarket is the same as any boring old one anywhere, but the walk there and back is wonderful. Now if only it wasn’t for that bit in the middle, I could almost like going shopping.
Yesterday was a glorious day, and I wandered around the streets, wearing a huge alpaca/wool pullover, thick jodhpurs, boots, and two T-shirts. I did think if I had been in the UK I would be wearing shorts and a T-shirt – pretty much like a lot of the tourists who were wandering around.
And when Partner came home after work, he promptly took off his overalls and trousers, and desperately pulled on his shorts.
After the recent ola de fria (cold wave) in Europe, it seems like we are having a Feburary ola de calor (heat wave) in winter. We’re looking at more than 20 degrees today in sunny Gib.