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Ruta Bancos Gigantes or Huge Bench Route in Andalucia

A new rage is slowly spreading across Andalucia with its beginnings in the province of Malaga and that is huge benches are being installed in beauty spots across the region. The Huge Bench Route or  Ruta Bancos Gigantes #rutabancosgigantes can be found on Instagram  where they are more active with updates on the new installations of these enormous benches and they have a   Facebook  page too. Map of the Ruta Bancos Gigantes The initiative started by Forest Green an agrobroker company that supplies and works with treated wood to large construction and environmental companies in Spain. The huge bench route is steadily growing, with constant new installations spreading across Andalucia. The enormous handmade wooden benches are 4 metre long and 2.3 metre high, with the seat being 1.3 metres above ground and needing steps to get onto them, appearing in natural beauty spots hopes to encourage people out into and  enjoy the views and of course take photos to be ...

The Sad Demise of a Battered Old Wooden Waterwheel

I love the battered, old and ruined. Especially things made of wood. Rusty heaps of once fabulous cars. Well-worn, worm-eaten wood and decaying, roofless ruins. So when I happened across a lovely little town, Albendin, just over the border into Cordoba province from my home in Jaen I was charmed.

A large white cross perched on a rocky outcrop. A narrow bridge with gorgeous old ironwork. A waterwheel replica on a roundabout, now that caught my interest. Then I saw the sign 'La Noria' to the right. I followed the directions and there in front of me was an enormous old, wooden waterwheel.


Not too battered. Old, yes. Ruined, not yet but on the way. It was love at first site. An 8m diameter wooden wheel, with a metal axis and bamboo shoots with old clay pots lashed on. Just in need of some TLC. A little sanding, some coats of varnish, new bits of bamboo, replacement pots and bingo it would be nice and shiny, not dingy and sad.

In its heyday it would have been one of dozens of working waterwheels along this, the River Guadajo, lifting river water up in its pots and emptying them into the watering channel running to the vegetable gardens around the town. Sluice gates controlled the quantity of water from the river and so the speed of the wheel and the amount of water in the channels.


A man wandered by. As the Spanish do he greeted me, and as I do I jumped in with the questions swimming around in my head. Does it still work? If so why isn't it going around? How old is it?

It does work, or it can work but the neighbours (who have the constant drone of TVs on at home and in bars and shout over the volume) complained about it's groaning noise. So it was stopped.

My source, an old man, nearly eighty-two he proudly told me, remembered it going round in his childhood, nearly all of his life. But not now.


Such a simple idea, such skill in the making and so beautiful to the eye even in its dilapidated, battered state. It needs to be preserved, to be restored, a proud part of the town's heritage and as one of the last remaining waterwheels of its time. But more than anything it needs to be working as a great reminder of those simpler times and the civilisations gone by.

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