You know you’re going way back in time if it’s a black and white photo right? That is little me in a very ‘model’ pose back in the early 70’s, my brother Dee is to the left of the photo and the other child in the buggy is the son of friends who came on holiday with us that year.
The man popping his head through to the patio area is my dad and these were happy times for our family as dad was still living with us. We are in my grandparents villa in Majorca in a tiny village to the north east called Canyamel. Back then the area was barren but it didn’t take long for complexes and hotels to shoot up all over the place.
I must have been six in this photo and Dee 2 and a half which means Dom (my other brother) wasn’t yet with us and this could possibly be our first holiday there but it was to be the first of many. In fact we went every year until I was well into my teens.
Standing on that balcony you had the swimming pool below that was shared with the other apartments around us and a view over the bay to the mountains on the other side. Alfredo was our caretaker and he could always be spotted watering the plants, cleaning the swimming pool or pottering about with various maintenance jobs. He had two children Francisco who was a superb swimmer thanks to having a pool available to him 24/7 and Dolores his younger sister. As I grew up I became aware that all the older girls fancied Francisco so I followed suit and fancied him too only I don’t think he even knew I was there!
Our days were spent – mornings on the beach and to reach the beach we would run down hundreds of steps, a hard climb back up for lunch and afternoons were spent by the pool where I learnt to swim; a very proud photographic moment for my mother but alas I don’t have the photo to share of that momentous occasion. I remember very well my parents visiting the local liquor factory each year and taking empty litre bottles with them to be filled with rum and gin. They learnt a tough lesson though one year discovering my 7 year old brother Dee drunk in the bath after drinking a glass of ‘coke’ Oops!
Every holiday we’d be treated to a meal out in the local restaurant and one with a mini golf was a favourite of ours. Another on the mountain side was obviously ‘only for grown ups’ which possibly meant expensive as one evening we would be looked after by the family above or to the side whilst our adults dined on crab, lobster and other delights too good for us and another evening, their kids would spend time with us whilst their parents ate and dined
I have many wonderful memories of Canyamel, looking at the black and white photo above still brings a smile to my heart. I returned after many years in 1990 with my husband Enrico and our son Thomas. In this photo to the side you can clearly see I’m expecting Megan. Sadly that was to be our last visit as a few years later my grandparents decided to sell the villa and writing about it has made me more aware of how much I miss it and those happy days and beautiful, sunny Canyamel.