Lazy days of August

The last days of August here – marked by the Finestrat fiestas (see previous post) – are still filled with a soporific heat that knocks out any activity between 9am and 7pm. The donks are flopped…

Aitana & Morris flopped

Aitana & Morris flopped

Meanwhile, I get on with the fence repairs, the gardening, and the last work on the stable before the holidays are over. The donks are still flopped…

Aitana, Morris, Rubí and Matilde all flopped

Aitana, Morris, Rubí and Matilde all flopped

When they are not flopped they wander over to disrupt progress on my work, by tipping over the wheelbarrow full of tools and accessories (half an hour to pick up all the screws and nails from the dust), or simply to demand food. Morris came over just to bite me yesterday. Obviously a complaint about the slow progress on building the new gate to the food store. Fair enough. One quick half-hearted bite, then back to being flopped…

Flopped Aitana rolling in dust observed by Morris

Flopped Aitana rolling in dust observed by Morris


About Gareth Thomas

After a mixed career as an aircraft technician, London fringe theatre playwright, Franciscan friar, and secondary school teacher, I find myself dividing my time mostly between looking after the needs of four donkeys in a remote location in the mountains in the Costa Blanca and preparing a legal case against the corrupt management of my monstrous last employer - the Elians group - for unfair dismissal. I like to hear the wind in the pine trees. I do not like struggling to get a duvet into a duvet cover. My musical tastes are extinct and I have mostly given up cycle racing.
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One Response to Lazy days of August

  1. Jim of Olym says:

    Went out the other morning to feed the donks and they were both lying down outside their stable, didn’t want to get up until AFTER I gave them each a carrot.

    Laurie rides them, I don’t yet. She took Trooper out on Suncay, he spooked when he saw a ROCK! next to the path, and she fell off, not hurt but shaken a bit. We have bike riders who think that the ‘horse path’ also applies to them, and they aren’t required to have bells in this country so they can quietly sneak up on one.
    Since I’m going on 78 years I’m not sure if i want to start to ride regurlarly, but they are sure interesting critters! and their manure is super for our gardens.
    The rainy season is again upon us and the guys will be miserable until it is sunny and dry again.

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