Field near La EspasaApril 21, 2018 in Spain ⋅
A series of viaducts and tunnels dominated today's journey. Being close to the sea, frets rolled inland, contained within steep sided ravines that led to the ocean, the mist bubbling up as if in a giant witch's cauldron. We aren't sure if it is the current weather or season or if area experiences this phenomenon all year round.
For tonight's stopover, Will had found a countryside car park at the end of a narrow rural road. Parking at one side of a grassy field, we saw the rest of it was behind a temporary electric fence, separating us from a skewbald pony, a pregnant bay horse and a grey mare with a teeny brown foal! What a scene to be able to see out of our windows; Vicky was in raptures! The foal, who we named Fudge, frolicked about, perfecting its stride whilst cantering alongside his dam. He would frequently suckle, then lay exhausted amongst the meadow flowers, his baby colouring camouflaging him well. We could already see the grey hairs beginning to show through on his legs and muzzle and wondered how long it would be before he grew into his full adult colours.
Despite a heavy mist coming and going it was over 20°C outside, but a gentle cool breeze blew in from the sea meaning it didn't get too warm. Taking a stroll down the dry stone wall lined lane, we arrived at the beach, whose 7m high cliffs had suffered obvious recent erosion, with huge chunks of earth the colour of tanned leather having fallen away from the embankment. On the sand, pitted stone boulders formed open topped caves and tunnels. We had fun peaking inside the nooks and crannies to find sea life; small mussels, barnacles and even little crabs that peered warily back out at us. On the return leg, we climbed back onto the cliff and passed several hikers. This was obviously part of a popular long distance route.
A few walkers came and went in the car park and we were joined by two other vans. We both enjoyed watching the horses, especially little Fudge and the brown and white pony we'd called Toffee, who would trot eagerly up to visitors with the vain hope of a tasty treat!Read more