Rosia is one of those strange Gib gems.
There are no bars, shops, pubs, restaurants (that I’ve ever noticed) so apart from anything else it is quiet.
I pronounced it wrongly the first time I said it. Rosía, I said spanishly – ross – eee – ah. Nope, it’s rosier, except slightly softer in the middle s.
You can get the number four bus to Rosia, or you can walk. It’s pretty flat and a pleasant walk – unless you are rushing to watch a flotilla of course.
A few years ago, there was some controversy regarding the destruction of the water tanks at Rosia.
The Rosia Tanks were built 1799-1804 because Admiral St Vincent was staying ashore in Gibraltar in 1799 and realised that a reliable water supply and victualling store were needed there. There were no other British or allied naval bases in the Mediterranean and Tetuan and Ceuta could not be relied upon consistently for supplies.
From this site about the history of the water tanks.
They were still being used by the MOD until 2004 when they were handed over to the government, which sealed their fate.
Despite an appeal by the local heritage trust, the GSD (Gibraltar Social Democrats – right of centre) government, in its wisdom, carried ahead with the demolition in favour of building some expensive flats. Who cares about the odd 200 plus years of history?
Photos of the somewhat tasteless and unattractive flats (The Anchorage) included below on the slideshow.
Rosia is also known locally for having its own microclimate. Sheltered by the Rock, but not too close, so often avoiding the levanter cloud, facing west, and fanned by gentle sea breezes (this sounds like a property advert).
It’s also the place where Nelson’s body either did or did not come ashore to Gib. Local lore has it that he did, but there is no documented evidence to prove that. Fact or folklore, who knows? Anyway, the Victory certainly came to Rosia.
Around the corner from Rosia, and accessed via some short tunnels, are Camp Bay and Little Bay. While Rosia was virtually empty and quiet – the other bays were full of people enjoying the water and the sun. I preferred enjoying Rosia to ourselves.
And my favourite photo of the day got its own post over on my not-a-photoblog – everypicture.