Today we are packing up and going to the next place. The site at Playa Joyel is very quiet now that all the Spanish weekenders have gone, or are just leaving. One of the last to leave climbs into his car, dressed in a smart business suit, white shirt and tie, and heads for a late start at the office. As his wife closes up the extension to their caravan I see they have a complete fitted kitchen in there, under canvas. The birds are singing, the sun is shining, the sky is a brilliant blue, the beach is calling and I think, poor sap, back to reality, telephones and emails, meetings and deadlines; rather him than me.
We complete the exit chores quickly and leave, cheered by the fact that there is a special rate for pensioners and we get off more cheaply than expected. Pensioners means over 55 here.
The journey is straightforward thanks to Himself's forward planning and Snooper/Satnav. We see two Guardia Civil officers on motorbikes coming up from behind, fortunately they pull over someone in front of us and we turn off the motorway without trouble.
The road to the campsite in Los Picos is spectacular. The mountain pass, Desfiladero de la Hermida, winds through steep gorges with mountain cliffs dropping dramatically down to the very edge of the road. Vultures and eagles and other raptors, of which we identified only the Griffon Vultures, which we have seen before, circle above the massive limestone peaks. There isn't anywhere to stop till we get through the pass, when we park, walk back into the gorge and get some photos.
The site itself has beautiful views over the Picos. The tops have snow still. We can see more large raptors which we will look at more clsely tomorrow, but are puzzled by some birds that sound like squeaky wheelbarrow wheels turning. There are also some goats or cows nearby with bells on their collars. An enchanting sound.
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