The following morning, we piled into Lady Ariela’s truck for our trip to Alhama de Granada, Lady Ariela and our eldest son, Guy, in front, and me squeezed into the narrow back with Amber and Cameron, our two grandchildren. Our way took us along that disused railway track perched high on the side of a towering mountain above and behind our house, that I wrote about in a previous post ( “ La Matanza ”, somewhere down in the depths of my blog ). The views from up there are some of the best around... Sign in to see full entry.