Down from the hill village into the hinterland, leaving the gorgeous Hotel Palau Lo Mirador, through the farms and small villages and then up into the hills again to another mountain village – Begur. So much for a coastal walk. Set to be a fine day once more, maybe 22 or so with clear skies. I think that hotel the other day cheated me on my laundry – doesn’t smell fresh. Bastards. Much to uppity for me. Give me last night’s place every time.
Leaving the medieval streets of Torroella de Montgrí.A veritable Da Vinci of bread. The woman’s a star.A huge roll of that liquorice lace that Alex likes. Must be lime flavour.A lovely start, heading along the riverbank.Suddenly, it’s gone. WTF. Looks like it’s been a while since it was down this way. Same river. They just sumped it to stop it drying out upstream.Be gone. Oh cruel mountain. Be gone from my sight. Thankfully, it is behind me.Way to keep getting repeat contracts – just paint on the grass. Soon be needing doing again.When the world was just carts. Look at the grooves they cut into the poor bridge.Across the plains and up the hills. Let’s hope those darn redskins aint frisky.Fontanilles, but it turns out, no chance of café. Too early.Miles of olive groves.And pomegranate hedges.At first glance I thought it part of the sign, but no. Is it a horse with breasts and a bra? Café successfully obtained.The covered well, well covered.Some poor woman has got on the bus and forgotten her pink pumps and her needle and thread. Disaster.I don’t seem to be getting away from the bosoms and their hideous cleavage.Pals approaching and luncho I think. Feet need a rest.The main drag to the square. He was Catalan, she was Castilian. In the end, they had to elope which started a hideous trend among the yout of the land. Now we have to be cautioned should we meet any of the fleeing lovers.Through the pines on those hills from this morning. A sandy track so, a dune forest which means not far from the sea. However, some in Portugal where five miles inland. So we’ll see.An hour and a half later and I’m still in the forest and will, of course not feed the horses, wherever they may be.
Turned out that was my last photo of the day – must have been tired. A bit of a stretch today with not much climbing. Very pleasant until the last ten mins. Tomorrow is longer but at least it will be down to the coast. Then, unfortunately, it will be downz and upz all day around the coastal cliffs and bays.
