I see the light

We stayed a night last week in a little village called Getaria, after a massive 10 km ride in the morning. The ride was downhill or flat the whole way, with an incessant, biting 3 knot tailwind of about 20 degrees. It was so brutal that we had to have a swim half way through, and another when it was finally over. And another, which was why we never managed to leave town that day. I scoped out the headland, known as “the rat”, for a potential sneaky camp. It was actually an island that had been artificially rejoined to the docks of town, which made riding up it so much easier. After a bit more leisure time by the water we climbed the hill and cooked dinner on the lookout, then threw up the tent/ hammock in a little grassy grove under the lighthouse a few metres back from the cliff. Fortunately the beams swept over our heads, not blindingly through the flimsy nylon of our shelter, so a good night’s sleep was had by all. Awoken by rain, we blundered around in the dark to get Charlie into the tent from his hammock, before realising it was 7am anyway. Awake at 7 was a good hour better than our usual, and allowed for sunrise breakfast back on the lookout before getting on our way. That one was a long day, we pulled in at 6 pm to what eventuated as a rather luxurious dockfront hotel and rest day in Lekeitio .Les mer