Swapping religion for God's country...

Had a slightly disturbed night as a group of Belgian motorbikers roared into the campsite late last night and set up a big table outside a cabin near us and drank till the wee hours. However earplugs saved the day.
Up and away after brekky, still chasing northwards where it is supposedly a wee bit cooler.
The scenery changed from dry flat yellow plains with scattered towns with storks on belltowers, to rolling green hills, and then at last we were in the mountains in the southern foothills of the Picos. We had a lovely journey through valleys and meadows, where wild horses were grazing.
Our campsite choice was a bit of a worry. It had a poor website with no recent reviews but it is STUNNING.
We have mountains all around, a huge reservoir below, a great campsite with a lovely owner.
Ian BBQd white beans tonight for our Tuna salad.
Climbed the hills above the campsite after dinner to watch the sun go down. Perfect.Read more