Himself is washing the dishes so I can blog; as usual I leave it till the last minute. Supper was baked beans, scrambled egg and toast, with avocado to start with. Not very Spanish, but dead quick.
We met some nice people from Dorset who were walking their dog. They had failed to find their chosen campsite, which had ceased to exist, they think, and had driven round and round in circles and eventually ended up exhausted at La Viorna. They had become so tired that they decided they wouldn't come abroad in their motor home any more. The little dog, fairly new to them, was supposed to sleep in the bed up above the driver and passenger seat. But it kept leaping down on them in the middle of the night, so they weren't pleased about that. Also they spent all day sorting out a vet for the dog's going-home pill then found they had arrived too soon, the dog can't have it till four days before leaving and they have another week. It was a nice fluffy little thing, a cross between a Shitzu (sorry, no idea how to spell that) and a poodle. A poo-shitz? At shitz-poo? Either way, it is not good.
Lovely, lovely day in the Picos mountains. We climbed through dense mist, a little unnerving, till we came out into the bright sunshine up among the snowy peaks. Really beautiful and with so many interesting flowers and birds. There was hardly anyone about, two or three cars passed, and it was very peaceful. We walked along a path taking us higher still, through occasional shallow patches of snow, and found even better views of the mountain tops. We spent ages trying to identify an obliging little brown bird, singing at the top of a bush. Himself took many photos. I am certain now that it was definitely a hedge sparrow, just like the ones that daily frequent our garden at home. We must have spent a good twenty minutes on it. However, the rock bunting was gorgeous with its humbug striped head and the yellowhammers were so pretty in the sun. We saw hosts of the tiniest imaginable little daffodils, no more than an inch high, absolutely perfect.
Back at the site the day had been greyish, we think, so we were glad we had taken off to explore further afield. We are going from this site to one in Burgos tomorrow. It is a city site so we shall have to put on clean clothes.
The postcard in Welsh has been written, so thank goodness for that.
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