Views from an expat Englishman living in Moraira, Spain
The sad news of a young soldier’s murder in the street in Woolwich in broad daylight was another endorsement of the wisdom of my decision to move my home from the UK to Moraira in Spain.
Some two years ago, I came to the conclusion that existence in the UK was becoming unfair, full of stress and dominated by the rules of the idiotic PC brigade, and was not the environment in which I would like to spend the final years of my life.
Just think about some of the stupidity that has made the headlines over the past few years including immigration by hordes of Eastern Europeans, lazy people on benefits, drug and drink fuelled yobs, terrorism, housing, unemployment, to name just a few. Then on top of that, state pensions barely keep pace with inflation yet the UK can afford to hand out billions of pounds in aid to half of Africa, and to Muslim countries that want to do us harm. Yet, the UK is supposed to be broke?
Don’t misunderstand me. Spain is not perfect and problem free either. Here there is even higher unemployment than in the UK and the Spanish economy is on it’s knees too. It would be no surprise then, if I had to acknowledge that tourists were getting mugged at cash points, and the young were drowning their unemployment sorrows in alcohol. Happily that isn’t the case – in my experience anyway. Here in Moraira you can go for a meal and walk back to your car in the early hours, and there’s no need to keep looking over your shoulder for the trouble you’d inevitably expect/experience in many UK towns and cities.
Walk down the street in most UK towns, and there’s no acknowledgement of/to passers-by. Here in Spain, people who you’ve never seen before, call out “good morning/good afternoon/ or good night” and you return the greeting, and you know something – it feels really good. In Moraira, because there are lots of visitors, many Spaniards speak reasonably good English. However, if you try to speak to them in Spanish, they show their delight and spend time helping you. The natives are lovely!
Then of course, there’s the sun. It is a fact that waking up to daily blue skies makes you feel healthy, even though you may be a decrepit old codger like me. Despite having an arrangement with the ‘man upstairs’ for rain to fall during the hours of darkness, he sometimes forgets, and there is heavy rain and stormy weather during the day. The difference here though is you know that in a day or two, the rain will stop, the grey clouds will be blown away and those azure blue skies will return.
As you will have gathered, I am delighted to be living here in Spain. It’s a decision I can recommend to other Brits who want to experience again the freedom and peace that we enjoyed in the UK in years gone by.
Born in South Easy London, Brian Clark has moved around the UK having lived in Kent, Surrey, Scotland and West Midlands pursuing his career as a Sales and Marketing Director. He and his wife decided to spend their retirement in Morairahaving spent many happy holidays there. They used local property experts Spanish Property Sales to find them their dream villa in Moraira. Their move became permanent in 2011. It’s proved to be an exciting adventure, just as they imagined and hoped it would be.