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Finca el Moro,
- means the farm of the Arab. It is in one of the highest
farmable valleys in the sierra lying at 2000ft, and is reached
only by a rough track 3kms from a tarmac road.
We moved here in August 1990, the farm had been abandoned
for years, and what is now our house was a wine press and
a large barn. We lived in tents for three months under the
fig trees in the garden while we made the house habitable.
We had a shower made from a 44 gallon drum in a tree and 3
tents, one of which was eaten by a resident mule.
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The
farm is 75 acres of olives, sweet chestnut trees, and cork and
we farm sheep, black Iberican pigs and breed horses. We produce
our own mountain ham (jamon serrano) and chorizo (spanish sausage)
from our pigs. We are as self-sufficient as possible for ourselves
and our guests and produce our own olive oil and table olives,
pork, lamb, hams and sausages; we have a large vegetable garden
and the farm is dotted with fruit trees - lemons, figs, plums,
quinces, cherries, peaches, apples and pears. |
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It is a quiet place, peaceful, with
long views north over the hills. Nightingales and cicadas
sing at night and you wake to the sound of sheep bells tinkling
as they graze around your cottages. Surrounding the farm,
the network of Drover's tracks, old Roman roads and smuggler's
paths offer wonderful walking and riding. These caminos lead
you from pretty white village to village with plunging views
from the high ground and through secret flower filled valleys.
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realized, from the outset, that our plans were dependent both
on farming and having guests and so we converted three ruined
cottages into accommodation for our guests. |
View the cottages at Finca
el Moro
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