It’s not always like this.

I went to Coín last Thursday to meet Manolo. I was a bit bored so I fancied a drive and what a drive it was!

Coín is a smallish town nestled in a group of mountains about 200m above sea level. As I approached the brow of the last mountain before the town I saw patches of fallen snow and it was getting pretty cold. Clouds were hanging around the mountain tops and I drove through some of them. Light rain fell.

When I broached the mountain and started down into Coín the rain became torrential, almost hail. Torrential is the right word because it really was chucking it down. After parking and getting out of the car my jeans were immediately wet. Met Manolo (he was working there, delivering post on foot (!) – a colleague of his was with him and I asked if this weather was normal. ‘No’, he said) then walked into the town centre to get a coffee but the bar was shut. I was getting cold so I went back to the car, rain still pouring down, streets becoming rivers, so I decided to head back to the coast. It was pretty hairy, especially when one route led to impassable roadworks requiring me to put my reversing skills to good use. The rear windscreen wiper doesn’t work so it was wing mirrors only.

I managed to get out of town using low gears all the way, some of the streets are quite steep, rain water pouring through but not quite running the width of them, and some rocks had come off the mountains blocking parts as well.

As I broached the brow of the mountain again the rain stopped. It’s extraordinary how the weather changes from one side of the mountain to the other. Driving back along the coast road I looked out over the Mediterranean, expecting to see Manolo washed out to sea.

Here’s a weather report for that day: Coín records 198.3 litres per square meter in twelve hours

Several people have told me that in Malaga you only expect 3 or 4 days of rain in January, but it has been raining for several days now because of Storm Gloria. Snow in places, thunder too. A couple of nights ago lightning struck very close to the caravan, the clap of thunder was simultaneous. The caravan shook with the energy, but the Okonom seemed quite relaxed about it. She was chilling on my chest, as usual.

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