fishydreams

We have just come back from a hike up the tops of some of the peaks that we had seen when previously walking the caminito del Rey, Andalucia´s famous cliff edge walking path. There were three of us, my daughter Pippa, myself and Sable the black labrador that, you may recall, had disgraced herself during her audition as my fishing companion. Today, to her credit, she did not put a foot wrong and was excellent company throughout. She is knackered now though, and is fast asleep at my feet.

The caminito has become very famous and hundreds of people walk it every day but this trail we followed today we had pretty much to ourselves. The hike took us well above the caminito and right up to the top of the cliffs over which, in the past, we had seen many griffin vultures hitch rides on the rising thermal air currents. These birds are enormous and I never tire of seeing them. There seems something crazily exotic about these giant birds, as though they could only be in some distant wilderness and have no right being so close to home. But the vultures are here and, like the wolves and bears and Iberian lynx and wild boar, they are reminders Spain continues to be a home to iconic wild things just as we begin to fear that we may have squeezed them all out.

It is probably fair to say that we were blown away by the views we witnessed today and the trail itself surpassed all expectations. There is not much left in the legs, to be honest. The dog, like I say, is prostrate on the floor and now even Pippa has disappeared to have a nap.

I guess I will tidy this thing up now and stick on a few pictures. It is getting to that time of the day when pouring a cold beer is the only sensible thing left to do!