Ses Rotes

We had reached the first turning to enter Pollensa , we turn left leaving behind the hermitage of Roser-Vell and took the only road that goes into the small valley of Colonya . Turn right onto a steep path just beyond the turn-off that leads to the house of the “senyor” of Colonya. Between masonry walls covered with brambles, among almond trees, carob trees and the odd olive tree, we headed down a dirt track closed at the end by a gate, flanked by two masonry walls. At this gate the mountain began. We had reached the land of “Ses Rotes”. Habíamos llegado a la primera desviación para entrar en Pollensa , giramos a la izquierda dejando atrás la ermita del Roser-Vell y tomamos el único camino que se adentra en el pequeño valle de Colonya . Giramos a la derecha por un empinado camino que hay un poco más allá de la desviación que lleva a la casa del “senyor” de Colonya. Entre muretes de mamposteria recubiertos de zarzas, entre almendros, algarrobos y algún olivo enfilamos un camino de tierra cerrado en su final por una puerta; puerta flanqueada por dos muros de mampostería. En esta puerta comenzaba el monte. Habíamos llegado al terreno de “Ses Rotes”. A few years ago, almost hidden among the trees and undergrowth, there was a tiny house made of sandstone, about twenty-five square metres per floor, which had been abandoned for many years. When we knew it , it had been inhabited by some “hippies” who had reconstructed the window openings with car windows and plaster paste: the water they used was rainwater from a small cistern without installation and the toilet was a hole in the ground with some boards as a seat, next to the house. They left and others came and kept it until it was abandoned again, serving as a corral for the sheep and storage for the carob harvest.