Gran Canaria and WOMAD

I've spent the weekend on another island; I hopped over to Gran Canaria with Rigo and Vero for the WOMAD festival. Four nights of music from around the world, though we only attended two. The Canary Islands have been experiencing a severe drought this year, and even though we should have been receiving a lot of rain since before I arrived, the weather has been disappointingly clear. But I was told that it always rains for WOMAD and this year was no exception. Several times the sky opened and poured down without mercy, daring the crowd to stay for the music. We dared: people were huddled together under trees and sharing an umbrella between three or four, willing to stick it out for the music.

I didn't get to see much more of Gran Canaria than the capital city of Las Palmas, but I'm gold it's a really beautiful island, so I look forward to another opportunity.

Back on the farm now, the place looks great for all the rain. Weeds come easily out of the soft earth, the garden is brilliantly green, and the place has a generally cleaner, fresher look to it. It is strange to think of this place as home, but it felt like coming home when I returned here after four days away.