Bonnie Scotland 2023
I LOVE SCOTLAND! It doesn’t matter the weather (although sunshine is best, of course!), Scotland always delivers. This was a fab trip north of the border and we had sunshine too!
This year we’d planned in the Great Glen Way, which we really enjoyed. I’ve written that up separately but think tents, nice weather, glorious views….
We also had some time before and after for a couple of short stints in Huntly, where we’d worked a couple of years ago on the campsite. Happily we were able to catch up with many old friends whilst we were there and participate in a couple of runs with the Huntly Rinnin’ Quines and Loons, which are always fun. The group are so supportive, so friendly, and we love being able to join them whenever we can.
We did the most incredible house sit for two crazy spaniels and a gorgeous labrador, Floss, Olive and Inca. The house was beautiful, we could swim in the Findhorn as it flowed through the grounds, there were horses and cows and all manner of wildlife, and the home owners could not have been more welcoming , we very much hope to return in the future.
Whilst up north this time we decided to join the National Trust. We’ve been members in the past but it wasn’t worth it the last three years for us. This year though, as we’ve spent more time in the UK, it was more beneficial. Pro tip – join Scotland, its cheaper than England & Wales but your membership covers all the UK (and more).
New card in hand, we’ve visited a number of places. It’s been interesting learning about some of the buildings and gardens and the people who’ve resided in these magnificent places. The cake is usually pretty good too!
Brodie Castle was on our doorstep during the house sit, so we took the tour and heard all about the adventures of the Brodie of Brodie (as the owner was known) through the years. We called back in as we left the sit to wander around the lake and gardens, especially the Playful Gardens which were fun. During our time at Huntly we cycled to Leith Castle for a picnic and a wander around the garden there too, which was very pretty in early summer colours.







Bannockburn was a brilliant place to visit, and I’d imagine younger visitors must have a blast! The tour takes you through several auditorium where battles and explanations unfold in an exciting, multi media format. The guide was also passionate and informative, so we learnt a great deal about this historic event. You can walk out across what was the battle field and admire the monuments if the weather allows.
Falkland Palace and village provided a few hours entertainment and very nearly a drenching too! The Palace has it’s own chapel inside, a barrel vaulted study that must have been stunning when it was first painted, a corridor of tapestry and a lush garden. We were very engaged by the guides here who had many personal stories of the Keepers over the years. The Palace has a real tennis court, built for James V, although it seemed to be mostly used birds when we visited. The village is pleasant to meander around, found a lovely tea shop (of course) and a gift shop where we ended up staying quite a bit longer to escape a torrential downpour!







We were recommended to head out to the East Neuk of Fife, and we found this gem of a spot to overnight on Search for Sites at Kingsbarns (huge thanks to Fife council). The park up was right next to the beach, amazing views and the perfect spot for an evening run. We met a couple from Yorkshire in a VW and a family from France whilst we were here and had a chat with both. And the Scouts rocked up for a beach party and bonfire!





My photos don’t do Crail justice. We parked in the town centre and read about the local history before walking down to the harbour. Its all very pretty but the tide being out with an overcast sky isn’t great combination for arty shots, so take a look on the browser of your choice for better pics!



Elie, East Neck of Fife. A beautiful sweeping beach, the history of the training ship ‘The Mars’ and a quaint little town centre. We managed to get back before the the rains came! The car park is part of Fife’s excellent initiative of providing spaces for overnighting camper vans.


Next stop: Culross. NTS describe it as Scotland’s ‘most complete example of a burgh of the 17th and 18th centuries. White-harled houses with red-tiled roofs line the steep cobbled streets which run from the market cross to the hilltop abbey. In the centre is the ochre-coloured palace with its beautifully reconstructed period garden, complete with herbs, fruit and vegetables, and rare Scots Dumpy hens.’







We’ve visited the Kelpies and Helix in the daytime but I wanted to see it illuminated at night. Trust us to pick the night before Midsummer’s – it never really got dark! But a dramatic sky led to fairly good shots, I think. We overnighted here (great little scheme, just £10) and cycled around the Helix the next day. It’s a super initiative to bring green space and wildlife to local communities.



We called at Berwick for an overnighter at a local pub. The pub was distinctly average, but allowed parking overnight; Berwick was very pretty though and we had a lovely cycle ride around and through the town.







We’ll head back to Bamburgh to enjoy the castle, it looked very interesting but we didn’t have the time on this occasion. Lunched in the town (Victoria Hotel) and it was delicious, and the town is delightful.
Great Glen Way 2023
Day 0, The Ben
As Ben Nevis had eluded us last year after we completed the West Highland Way (poor weather), we decided to have bash at it again. The morning was bright but conditions were set to be poorer at the top, so we went prepared for this. With a good pack up, waterproofs and lots of sweeties, we headed out and up after breakfast from our pitch at Glen Nevis campsite.
The whole walk route is pretty unexciting – just climb and climb – and it’s not a route that I’d do again, I really fancy a go at the CMD route which looks more interesting, but the ‘half way loch’ which isn’t half way was good to see, and there were some lovely views back down into the glen.
Unfortunately, from about half way up the clouds came in and the temperature started to drop. By the time we hit the snow, we were well wrapped up against the cold. We had eaten our lunch a little lower down, sheltering behind a rock, so when we summited, it was ‘photos and go’ because the wind was absolutely howling! We think it was around minus 5 at the top.
The climb down is relentless on your quads and knees, and the campsite pub was a welcome sight! I’d love to do this mountain again, preferably on a clear day (the day before and several days after were beautiful of course!), but for now I’m happy it’s ‘in the bag’!









Day 1, Fort William to Gairlochy
It started a bit damp but turned into a truly glorious day! Setting off on somewhat weary legs after the previous day’s exertion, we wound our way to Corpach Lock to get a key for the Trailblazer sites. On the way, we passed the ongoing works to improve the shore line, with a fantastic new cycle lane being constructed at the water’s edge. Chatted with a lovely local who was very enthusiastic about it!
Key in pocket, we ascended Neptune Staircase, a remarkable engineering feat by Telford, comprising a flight of locks to bring boats down from the Caledonian canal to sea level. (Note – if you are going to collect a key, the office is not always manned so you may have a short delay.)It’s a fascinating piece of engineering and worth pausing to watch for a while.
After ice cream (delicious, pistachio for me, choc hazelnut for him) we made our way along the canal. It was very pretty, with gorse and broom in full bloom, lots of tiny little flowers in the grass, and the occasional kayak. Also, very quiet, we met a trio of Americans, and two fundraisers,Spencer, who was running LeJoG for Mind – inspirational, and a nice chap called Chris who was walking for ovarian cancer, but that was it – a real difference to the busy West Highland Way.
We passed over two aquaducts that carried the canal over other waterways, and stopped at Moy Bridge, a hand operated swing bridge, before making our way to Gairloch locks, our venue for the night.
Scottish Waterways have done an amazing thing along the GGW. The Trailblazer sites allow walkers, kayakers and cyclists to use canal facilities (toilets, showers, water, access to a laundry) in return for the loan of a key at £10. And these are also designated informal campsite areas. We had a super pitch by the lock, and walked to the edge of Loch Lochy where I went for a very cold paddle – it was just too chilly for me to swim!
Then it was a quick meal and head down for the night as we were shattered! The midges were out in force, but thankfully not biting yet, just making a real nuisance of themselves. A late arriving group of kayakers, sounded to be having a terrible time with them so I’m glad we were tucked up early!












Day 2: Gairlochy Locks to Laggan Locks
Today’s walk was along Loch Lochy (yes, I know!) to Laggan. We’d slept pretty well so after a quick breakfast overlooking the lock and the loch, we headed off.
The sun was shining and the route was gently undulating. We had hoped maybe to grab a snack at Clunes, but there’s nothing there, so we continued to meander in and out of the trees, enjoying spectacular views of Lochy and it’s surrounds, until we happened upon a Trailblazer spot on the shores. Our legs didn’t particularly like the walk down to it, but it was worth the effort. I think it’s fair to say that this was the worst our legs felt all walk, and it was definitely the impact of our mountaineering before the start. Anyway, a wooden hut for inclement weather, a fire pit, benches, and access to the water made for a lovely picnic spot and no doubt a camping spot for others.
We filled our Lifestraw bottle, our new investment for this year which was well worth it, and cooled our feet in the water – it was quite a warm day! Then we cooked up a pasta lunch and dined al fresco overlooking spectacular views.
This Trailblazer is way marked with some cheeky bears, and has a compost toilet which was spotless and very pleasant to use. We bumped into a Dutch man who we never did get the name of, but he’d also been at Gairloch the previous night.
This part of the GGW has a diversion in place due to the creation of a new pumped hydro storage facility. The new path has been well made and has some lovely resting points along it, and lots of info boards, so we had a good experience, altho it is a very flat surface which I find batters your feet more than a trail. The hydro facility will apparently work like a battery, storing potential energy to be released during peak usage. There’s quite a bit of info online if you’re interested.
Our final descent brought us to Laggan Locks, where we stopped for a pint at the Eagle Barge Inn. It became apparent that if we wanted to eat, we needed to do so there and then as they get very busy for bar meals. The meals were very simple (fryer/micro style) but the scampi was plentiful, Rick scoffed his sausages, and the chips were mega!! There’s a lovely outside seating area, or you can sit in the Barge, or on top of it. If you want to eat something off the main menu, which looked very good, you need to order the day before.
We bumped into the American group again, which was fun, and met a dog called Mayonnaise, definitely the walk’s winner of the ‘best name’ award. It was nice to swap a few stories and experiences, always a highlight of these sorts of walks.
Then on to the Great Glen Hostel. This was a super place to stop, incredibly welcoming, and very good facilities for hikers, bikers and paddlers. They do actually serve meals, which wasn’t clear from their website, so we could have eaten there if needed. There’s a kitchen if you want to self cater too.
We spent the evening chatting with two chaps who installed deer fencing, which was very interesting and informative, before turning in for an early-ish night in our bunk beds.













Day 3: Laggan via Invergarry link to Fort Augustus
After a great night’s sleep at the Great Glen Hostel we rejoined the GGW, which meandered through a woods and then along the A82 briefly to cross the water. The path then climbed up alongside Loch Oich before coming down in to Invergarry.
As we rounded the corner we spotted the very inviting looking Invergarry Hotel and the rucksack of our Dutch friend, so we went in and enjoyed a superb coffee with shortbread for me and choc brownie for him.
So glad we did! The climb out of Invergarry was really quite steep; that bit of sugar and caffeine gave us just the push we needed. We then undulated along until descending at Cullochy Lock and the Bridge of Oich.
My feet were feeling a little sore by this point; we had a bit of lunch by the lock and took our boots off to let our feet have a few minutes recovery. Mine needed a bit of attention, I’d developed a blister on one little toe that was quite sore. The next stretch was not going to help this at all!
The path follows the canal path in to Fort Augustus. It’s a bit of a motorway for walkers, flat and hard. The disadvantage of this is that you tend to motor on a bit, and that’s tough on your feet. By the time we got to FA, I knew we wouldn’t be walking any further that day!
One highlight on this section was Kytra Locks. We paused here for a little while, chatting with the lock keeper and watching the local wildlife. Kytra Trailblazer is definitely open, by the way.
The locks here are on a trial with a new digital opening system. Whilst we were there a huge yacht came through, and Rick was offered the opportunity to operate the gates, which he loved of course!
Once in FA, we had to decide where we were to stay. I’d half a plan to wild camp but my feet said otherwise, so we decided to head to InverCollie campsite. First call though was the pub, a couple of excellent pints of the local cask ale in the sunshine, a hearty dinner, and then we went off for the bus.
A word of warning – Citylink busses do not seem that interested in their actual timetable. Our bus was 40 minutes late, and the bus back the next day wasn’t much more punctual!
The campsite was very welcoming, and has a super charging facility where you can plug in your electricals , which was fab for us. Really nice bathroom facilities and a good picnic/ outside cooking area too.







Day 4: FA to Invermoriston – and beyond
Another very late Citylink bus back to FA this morning. It’s a request stop from the campsite, so you have to be ready to flag the bus down.
The morning began with a climb, up and up on the high path. As we climbed, we were treated to glimpses of fantastic vistas – loch and canal, simply stunning! We saw more as the path opened on to moorland and we wound our way along with the added bonus of a hen harrier display above us! What a treat!
Our descent into Invermoriston was rewarded by the picturesque falls (and not so pretty St Columbs Well!), but we decided that really, it was a bit too early to call it a day. Instead, we had a good lunch at the very friendly hotel (can recommend the soup and sandwich combo!), filled up our flasks with hot water, stocked up at the community shop (very helpful and cheerful), and took the initially steep and tough climb up – it mellows later into something more undulating, but the ‘ups’ are short and sharp in places!
Tonight would be our first true ‘wild camp’. We had a rough idea of what time we wanted to be camped for, and we knew we wanted all the big climbs behind us, so we passed the fabulous Viewpoint sculpture, continued past a couple of fairly obvious spots in the trees, and carried on to the highest point at 450 metres (around 7k in). Coming down, we found a beautiful stone bench, almost like a love seat in style, but rejected the area as too high and exposed, but it wasn’t far after where the low and high routes converge that we found a little grassy area over looking the loch and set up for the night.
Our site was well chosen, we had a peaceful evening, a spectacular view, not too many midges, and stayed warm! For those looking in the future, there really are quite a few options if you are wishing to cut the trip up differently. We had a few concerns about how short some of the days were and how long the last two are, so it was good to be able to adjust our plan accordingly.















Day 5: Wild camp to Drumnadrochit
The morning arrived and we felt well refreshed, but as the day passed, we realised that the midgies had managed to have a little nibble of us, so the bite cream came out pretty early on! We had breakfast and continued the path along and down through the trees. We were fortunate enough to spot a couple of deer, but getting the phone out to capture the moment spooked them. You might spot them in the trees if you look carefully!
We decided to call in at the Pottery Cafe, which was quite a treat. The team were very happy to see us, and we enjoyed coffee and shortbread in the courtyard. There was a pottery workshop taking place which looked a lot of fun too. They take place every Sunday – we tried to book on after the walk but no joy, so will have to re-visit next year! The items in the shop were lovely.
On from here was a gravel track, we passed a little place that sold goodies if you hadn’t called at the cafe already.
We passed a few walkers and cyclists along the way, and eventually dropped down into Lewiston. It was a nice sunny day, and we’d put the mileage in the day before, so we decided to use the afternoon for a bit of recovery in anticipation of The Big One to Inverness the next day. There was plenty of space and a warm welcome at Ness Bay campsite, and we were soon pitched on a big grassy field. The showers here are good and they will charge phones etc at reception.
Its only a short walk into Drum from here, which enabled is to buy a few bits and pieces for the last push (there’s a Co-op), send some postcards and then tuck in to a super meal at the Loch Ness Inn. The food and cask ales here were both excellent. There looks to be a few options for dining here though so a good place to stop.
The mad sculptures are in a front garden between Lewiston and Drum, you walk past them and I’m sure many people must photograph this chap’s front garden!









Day 6: The Big One – Drum to Inverness
The day everyone dreads and looks forward to – you’re excited for completion, but nervous about the distance of 20 miles. We headed out of the site a bit later than we’d hoped, and it’s quite a walk through and out of Drum. Then we started climbing, up and up through the pine forests. We kept passing and being passed by a group of chaps we’d seen in the pub the night before, and our Dutch friend who we’d seen most days. Its fair to say most of us were finding the ascent pretty challenging! We weren’t helped by the fact that it had been c- c -c- cold the night before so we really hadn’t had enough sleep either.
There was a super viewpoint in the woods back across the Loch and Urquart castle – a good place to stop and catch your breath and re-fuel too! Lots of bird song in our ears and even a little mouse came out to entertain us.
At the half way point we decided we’d risk the Abriachan Eco Cafe – there are as many terrible reports as there are great ones – and we had a delicious lunch. It’s easy to see how people could be offended though, it really is a strange set up! You order through a Heras fence with a chap who will only tell you that they servce a light Highland lunch, that they’ve done it 365 days a year for 25 years, and you can have vegan, veggie or meat as your option. He just repeats this every time you ask for details! However, some other people who were known to him arrived whilst we were eating and they had bacon butties, so go figure!!
If you’re interested, the lunch is a vegetable broth, oat cakes, crackers, a small chopped mixed salad with olives, several hunks of cheese, and on the meat version, salami. Followed by the famous lemon cake (enormous slice!) and includes a drink – a pint (!) of freshly squeezed orange for me, a large cafetière of Columbian coffee for him. Oh, and the odd chap will go to great lengths to explain that eveything you consume is from the farm…!!!
It’s £20 each and we think value for money was good given that we took quite a bit of our food away with us because we couldn’t eat it all. There was a very charming lady that took payment (his wife, perhaps?) and she offered paper bags if we needed them for this purpose, so I guess it’s quite common.
The last 10 miles now were slow to tick off. The views after Abriachan were spectacular across the Sutherlands and Cairngorms, although we were concerned by what looked like smoke in the distance. We found out later that there were serious wild fires off the Affric Kintail Way, very sad news, but not surprising given the amount of camp fires we had seen that really didn’t look too safe.
As we walked out to the moorland we kept our eyes and ears alert for the sight or sound of Black Grouse, but it wasn’t to be (again!)The sight of the Beauly Firth gave us a little lift, and I stopped to finish the last of my monster lemon cake – we knew Inverness was approaching.
Eventually we were walking thru houses and buildings, then onto the lovely Ness Islands. Our feet were really aching and a pint was well overdue! We hobbled the last mile to the finishing point and celebrated with a very, very well earned pint! It was a tough day – but we did it! And no waterproofs were needed this year, I am delighted to report!












The techie stuff…






Whenever we look for gear, it’s always reviewed for soloists, which doesn’t always translate well to couples. So here’s a bit about what we use:
Camping is in a Robens Starlight tent, which is just about big enough, and pretty light at around 2kg. We bought it second hand on FB. It doesn’t have a great deal of a porch though, and last year that was problematic because it rained all the way, so I chucked in an adventure tarp to help us out this year; of course, we only used it once!
We carry a pan and lid from an old TriAng set, with a separate foldable burner. Jetboil is geared for one, so again, not ideal for us. Also, we don’t take the purpose-made dehydrated food – we have Cup a soups, Mug Shot pastas, choc bars, and single serve porridge pots which we decant into small zip locks to use each day, nice and easy because they don’t require milk. We have hot choc single serve packets for the evening. We often eat out at some point in the day, and I pick up crisps and apples as we go along. We have TailWind to add to our water for electrolytes when needed.
Sleeping wise, we are still building our kit. Our single season sleeping bags aren’t up to the job, altho they’re super light, so we bought liners this year, which certainly helped, and upgraded our sleep mats to Neo Air X Therm which were incredible! New bags will be essential for next year though.
Packs are Decathlon, with their self fitting design and have been excellent so far; poles are Mountain Warehouse (used for two long distance walks and several ultras now, so far so good); waterproofs from MW too and very good, pack up easily (mine is a mac in a pac type, very cheap) and we have some Decathlon over mittens which are just a waterproof shell and do a great job at keeping the wind off at altitude.
Finally, Walking boots – Salomon for him, and Hanweg Bunion boots for me, a hefty investment this year and so far, worth it as my feet are usually terrible due to the severity of my bunions. I made the mistake of using a liner toe sock the first couple of days, but binned them off when I realised that they were just adding heat in a boot that was designed to let me splay my toes better anyway.
Friday 16th – Saturday 17th Sep
A fab day for all!
With much help from ToroTrails, I had a morning out at a local riding centre, Rancho Pancho. I arrived and met the owner, whose name I never got, and we had a chat about a suitable steed for the day. Another lady, who was Dutch (as is the owner) was clearly a very skilled horsewoman and was in the dressage arena in no time, making her mount dance underneath her. My first ride, Pandora, was having none of it. She didn’t want to do much more than walk, and even that was an effort, so owner and I swapped horses and I had the most beautiful, red chestnut horse, Eddie, who was considerably more responsive.
Our ride took us out to the foothills, through olive groves, across farmers’ fields, with stunning backdrops and vistas. During the ride there are many photo shoots, with the views, the gorgeous blossoms, the olives, or action shots as you canter up fields or pop over little ditches. The whole thing was a lot of fun, and I was surprised how quickly I was back riding, having done so little for so long. The temperatures were climbing as we returned to the ranch, but we’d had a good 2 and a half hours out exploring, chatting, trying random fruit on trees and generally having fun. We washed the horses down and turned them out for a roll in a very dusty paddock whilst we refreshed ourselves with a can of pop in the garden.
The owner kindly gave me a lift home, and it wasn’t long before I was alternating between relaxing in a day bed by the pool, in the shade, and swimming in the pool – I know, a truly dreadful day!




Rick on the other hand was out with a now slightly bigger group, playing on a motorbike. From everything I have been told since, it was an epic but very challenging day, super technical, lots of fun, and very hot and dusty. I think he’s tackled some new stuff and really tested his skills, but he’ll be happy for me to tell you that when the riders started to get back, one of them came over to tell me how accomplished he was as a rider, so I guess the boy done well!!

We went out again that night for a bite to eat, but not surprisingly it was an earlier night (also, a few beers had been consumed poolside first as they all cooled down). There were a couple of Aussies taking part and it was fascinating to learn more about how Oz is trying to juggle the challenges they they face – and that they created – in working with the Aborigine peoples. I learnt a great deal about an issue I had never realised was so complex.
The next morning, looking for a more relaxed day, we headed down to the coast. Wow! This is the home of English breakfasts, Irish bars, plastic tat and all the things that are seemingly the opposite of learning about the local culture!
The stretch of coast around Malaga has definitely not featured on my list of favourite places. I mean, I get it – it’s hot, there are miles of beach and blue green seas, it’s the perfect place for a bit of sun, but it’s not pretty. Apart from the very lovely park set just back from the seaside and next to, happily for us, the aire. The park has a cactus section, a lake, a small animals area, a few little cafe bars, and is a super spot on a baking hot afternoon to take a chair, a book and a small picnic and chill out.
Also, I love the way the Spanish have a get together. We witnessed quite a few birthdays being celebrated in the park, with balloons tied round trees, buffet tables set up, games organised and a whole bunch of family and friends enjoying time together.
Some decisions had to be made. Were we going to go back to plan a, and circle back to Madrid and some hikes we had planned there? Were we still headed to the Alhambra ? Or should we do something a bit different, and pop over the Ibiza. Guess which won out….?!













The Sagrada Familia – in pictures


















Thursday 15th Sep
We resumed our trip through the white villages today, with our key objective being to visit the one with the houses built into the cliffs – Sentinel de las Bodegas. It was astonishing. In essence, many many years ago the people of this village realised that the caves they lived in provided safe haven from invaders, so they continued to build into them, and now the caves have proper house fronts (or shop fronts) on them, so everything is just nestled into the cliffs. The town winds its way in every direction, it’s hard to get your bearings, but it’s very beautiful and very fascinating to wander around.










We stopped for coffee – of course – at a superb little bakery and tucked into some rather splendid pastries. But we probably lingered too long as we ran out of time to visit Ronda so it’s another reason to return to this wonderful country. The baker/owner was so proud of his cakes and bakes, and very welcoming to two tourists with no cash and not much more Spanish to chat to him with!


Instead of Ronda we drove down to Alhaurin, our stop for the next two days, and met the ToroTrails team who would be taking Rick out on an off road adventure the next day. The set up here is super – there’s a villa that all the riders stay in, though we used our van as we were there for a day outing only – and a pool, which was much enjoyed, and then you go out for an evening meal in the nearby town with some of the team and all the other participants. On this first night, not everyone had arrived so it was a small group of us dining – a father and sons trio from Bolton, who seemed to want to compete with anyone and everyone, at everything, and an uncle, nephew and work colleague from London who had done this sort of thing before and had some great experiences to share. We had a fun night, ate too much – which is easily done in Spain – and retired at a sensible time in preparation for a Big Day on Friday!
We also met ‘the Girl on a Bike’, who had been at the centre the last few days for her media feed. If you are interested, she has quite a story to tell: having been hit by a car jumping a red light, she recovered from multiple reconstructive surgeries, and now does all things motorbike, including some hardcore enduro stuff. Check her adventure out on Insta, it’s quite remarkable!
Wednesday 14th Sep
The problem with having a pushbike stolen when there’s two of you, is that you need two. So this left us a little dilemma for the Via Verde de la Sierra that we were to tackle. The campsite was too far from the start for one of us to walk and one to take the remaining bike. It’s weird to take one bike and a scooter – so we ended up going on the scooter, and hiring two bikes; and neither of them were as good as our bikes, either!
The trail runs from Olvero to Puerto Serrano and it’s around 21 miles each way. Fairly flat, well surfaced, and with spectacular scenery, it provided us with a super day out. We didn’t go down into Serrano because the climb back up is very steep, and my bike’s little quirks had caused a relentless pain in my quads that was getting worse from mile 15. But we did stop at the viewpoint for the vultures, what a sight!




I have tried to take photos, but to be honest, you mostly can just see black specks, so you’re going to have to trust me when I tell you, there were tens of birds, wheeling and soaring above the cliffs where they nest. There is a conservation effort here to ensure their future success, and we paid a short visit to the info centre to have a look around, but it was predominantly in Spanish so difficult to understand much of it. However, it is the Peñon de Zaframagón nature reserve that provides this highlight, a real must if you are in the area as it is the largest colony of Griffon Vultures in Europe.
We had taken a picnic, because the stations – which are now cafés – en route don’t open on a Wednesday (why would they!), and we enjoyed it in soaring temperatures overlooking the river. We had a second avian treat too, when we disturbed a Hoopoe and it flew alongside us. Neither of us had ever seen one before so that was pretty cool!


By the time we’d completed our 40 mile trip, we were saddle sore and well ready for a caña at a cheerful bar by the bike hut. Then back up to the campsite and straight into the pool for a refreshing dip and a teatime poolside sunbathe.



Spain- Food Porn

Cheers!! 
Ajoblanc 

Squid 
Pork 
Anniversary pudding! 
Food on board Salamanca 
Food on board Salamanca 
Food on board Salamanca 
Cheeky churros and chocolate 


Don’t look down! 
Tuna in garlic – yummy! 

Choices… 
Choices… 
Choices…. 
These were starters! We didn’t order mains! 

Earned this! 
Fig and Almond Ice cream
Monday 12th September
I think I got to sleep around 5am, so it was a fairly late departure this morning! The plan was very loose and not researched properly on my behalf either, but it all adds to the adventure! I’d read that between Cadiz and Malaga there was a route which took you thought lots of little ‘Pueblos Blancos’, or white villages. It sounded delightful, so we headed down to Cadiz.
We didn’t really go into the main town, because first impressions weren’t too great – it all looked a bit commercial and busy. We were both tired, a bit crabby, and the weather had turned a bit grey and breezy, so even a stop at a beach didn’t end in the usual swim. It took a while to find somewhere to stay, too, but we found ourselves in San Fernando.
The park up was a huge car park in a nature reserve with a long beach in front of us and wetlands behind us. We decided a bit of exercise would lift the mood, so headed off for a 5k jog, each taking different routes- I took the boardwalk out to the headland, Rick took the cycle path inland. A couple of things became apparent – the sea was too rough to risk anything more than a paddle; all the facilities, such as showers, toilets, and critically, bars, had closed and were being dismantled for the winter! It was a real shame because clearly this place was a beautiful and exceptionally well provisioned beach and reserve in the summer. So a night in with an episode of Outlaws would have to do!


The next morning the flaw in the plan showed itself. The route thru the villages actually started a little north of Cadiz and Jerez, so we poddled back up the road to head to Arcos de la Frontera, the first stop in our itinerary.
I now was also aware of the second flaw in the plan – this area was very hilly (read, mountainous!). This can be a bit of an issue sometimes, as the scooter on the back means than the weight is in the back of the van, not great for steeps, and also, it rinses diesel and the Colonel gets a bit hot and breathless.
Arcos wound its way up a mountain with charm, topped with a castle and the obligatory church. The views out across the valleys were superb. As we walked back down to the Colonel, we spotted another UK Roadscout, and as we were getting the satnav programmed, they parked alongside us. Cue a chat about all things Globecar. They were lovely, and shared some of their fantastic stories about touring way up north, in Norway. It sounded like a superb adventure, I’d love to go up there for the Northern Lights one day! After a very interesting chat, we headed on to Grazalema.





Now, Grazalema brought back a familiar problem. A Renault 4. Rick is obsessed with these funny little cars, and there was one, sat all forlorn at the side of the road, broken and unloved. We had to check her out, take some photos, and discuss how a Renault may or may not enhance our lives (and bank balance) before we could walk up to the town.
This town was gorgeous! Beautifully kept, the white houses rambled around the mountain in flower bedecked fashion. The town is divided into two districts, I’ll let the photo below explain! We stopped for another ridiculously cheap lunch here too.











Our final and very brief visit was to Zahara, before heading to our overnight stop of Olvares. All the villages are a legacy of the Moors, many centuries past, and it was fun to imagine what they’d have been like back then.



Our final destination was a town rather than village, but we were headed here for a slightly different reason-there is a cycle route through the mountains and past an area dedicated to promoting the future of vultures in the area. And now the next flaw became apparent – the aire, and the cycle start point, were on a road that was too steep for us to negotiate – we tried, and had to reverse back down when we got stuck!
Happily, we found a really nice campsite on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t walking distance but the on site restaurant was pretty good, the pitches were spacious and it afforded us the opportunity to get some laundry done too. We caught up with another British couple over dinner, exchanging adventures and stories, which is always fun too. A good night’s sleep and we were ready for the big bike ride the next day!
Sunday 11th September
My birthday! Yay! And so we went off to see our final big town (for now) as I really wanted to visit La Mezquita, in Cordoba.
This is an incredible building. More recent works here have shown that the Romans once had a chapel on the site. Then a mosque was built, and it is truly beautiful, red and white arch after red and white arch, understated but inspiring. And then the christians came along and decided they needed a cathedral, so they built it inside the mosque. Cue lots of pictures, lots of gilding, ornate wood, bling bling bling, and a complete contrast, one building within another.














It was insanely hot in Cordoba, so we didn’t visit much else – 42 degrees isn’t sightseeing weather! But we did enjoy a delicious lunch at a cafe by the Royal Stables (sadly closed when we were there), and I tried a starter which is sort of like a dip, sort of like a porridge, made of almond paste and garlic, with apples and sultanas, which was amazing! So when I get back to the UK, Ajoblanco is on the list of things to try to cook!


We knew that next we were headed for Cadiz and the Pueblos Blancos, so we needed somewhere to stop for the night. We were hoping for water, or woods, or both, but several unsuitable stops later, we had been completely unsuccessful. In the end I plumped for a new aire in a town I’d never heard of – and just like that, we found ourselves at another festival! Welcome to El Viso del Alcor!
It was a super way to close out my birthday. In the town there was live music, everyone was dressed up, there were banners and flags. We could hear the fairground music. And over the course of the evening, there was a marching band, a few rockets, flares and coloured smoke, at 1130pm (yes, you read that right) a religious procession through the town into the square where you could have a beer, or if you preferred, as we did, hot chocolate and cake – ‘chocolate y Magdalena’! As we left the square at around half midnight, the DJ came on. There were still children everywhere, and as we walked home, many family gatherings and street parties were still in full swing.
However, as we tried to settle for the night, the full impact of the festival started to take it’s toll. We could hear the DJ and the revellers loud and clear – til 5am! Not ideal, but hey, we were their guests in the town and this particular festival of Santa Maria is known for lasting until dawn – and then starting again the next day! We enjoyed being part of it, even if we didn’t get a lot of rest afterwards!






Thursday 8th to Saturday 10th Sep – Sevilla
We arrived into Seville Thursday late afternoon and by complete chance, drove into the park I’d spotted on P4N by accident! It was baking hot and there wasn’t a great deal of shade, but we established a little spot near some trees and wandered into the city.
En route we passed a UK van and got chatting to its occupant, a fellow seasonnaire who was touring Spain and Portugal. We exchanged stories and then headed on.
We were in Triana, and it’s maybe 30 sweaty minutes into the city itself. At the tourist office we met a very enthusiastic chap who provided us with a map and a host of info on his city. We knew there was a flamenco festival, but we didn’t know it all happened in Triana, so we were delighted with that little nugget of info! He also told us the King was in town. When we went back outside, a small crowd had gathered and we saw him arrive at the Palace.
We opted for a relaxed night knowing that the next day was likely to be a busy one. A cheeky caña and then back to the van for a pizza and early night. Ha! It’s the first time we’ve experienced heat like this in the Colonel. At midnight it was still in the mid 30s outside. We did sleep – eventually – but it was a sticky night, for sure!
I went for a little run around the park we were in, then we cycled in to the city. We’d decided to get our bearings by taking the open top tourist bus, which might sound a bit cringey but we love them! This one was superb, the commentary was so interesting, and we got a good sense of the city.

So, what did we see during the day? Some of the most beautiful buildings, many of which are the product of the Expo in 1929. This left a stunning legacy, the most breathtaking of which has to be the Plaza de España.
There are many delightful Pavilions lining the wide avenue through the site, each with it’s own unique style relating to the country it represented. Some are now uni buildings, arts centres, etc. And it’s a very green area, as it was built in parkland. The Plaza de America is spectacular. And the houses that were built create a graceful demarcation of the Expo area.
The quality of some of the photos may not be too good but hopefully you’ll get a sense of the area. We did a slightly different version of the bus trip the following evening (the ‘Romantic’ one) and I was trying to take photos from the bus.






We had the most wonderful first day, enjoying the ambiance of this buzzing, beautiful city. Our plan was to stay in town to enjoy the Flamenco bars in Triana, and then do a few bits more sightseeing the next day before heading off. But all was not be.
We headed back to collect our bikes which were locked up outside the Tourist info, next to the Cathedral. And now we only had one. The lock had been cut thru, and Rick’s bike – which had been his birthday present to himself when he turned 50 – had gone. I’m not going to dwell on the next few hours; in short, the police couldn’t have been less interested, our insurance doesn’t cover it for many reasons, and now we felt really worried about the security of the van. Post our lengthy trek to the station and back, we went back to the van and stayed in for the night (alcohol may have been consumed, in quantity)
The events of the day before had left us uneasy about security across the city, so we relocated to an aire, further out of town. It wasn’t a nice location, and it wasn’t a nice environment, but it was very secure, so it would do for the night. It was nearly an hour to walk back to the centre of the city, but we were sidetracked by a festival (surprise!) celebrating the city’s maritime history, so we stayed on the riverside for a little while listening to a live band and having a little jig!
We did a few more of the sights, including the ‘mushrooms of Seville’ or the Setas. What an unusual structure! Built entirely of wood, at double it’s original budget when it was realised that the plans did not take in to consideration the actual strength of the planned materials, these huge mushroom like structures are on the site of an old marketplace. They provide lovely shade from the intense city heat, as well as being visually stunning. You can go on top of them, but also, if you go under the structure to it’s foundations, there are the ruins of the old Roman buildings that once existed too. You also can’t visit Seville without being awestruck by the vast cathedral, as per this quote which we heard on the tourbus (thank you Wikipedia) – According to local oral tradition, the members of the cathedral chapter said: “Hagamos una Iglesia tan hermosa y tan grandiosa que los que la vieren labrada nos tengan por locos” (“Let us build a church so beautiful and so grand that those who see it finished will take us for mad“).
We had a relaxed walk around the Jewish quarter, which is characterised by narrow streets and much greenery, giving the quarter it’s own micro-climate, so much cooler than the main city. We enjoyed a delicious lunch there too, but only after being seated for a few minutes did we realise we were above the wine cellar, which we could see courtesy of a partially glass floor!








We re-visited the bus tour, which had a different complexion in the twilight, and as we alighted, noticed there were huge crowds all along both river banks and ‘something’ was going to happen. So of course, we joined the crowd. No-one seemed to know what was happening, or when, but a tall ship was pulled out into the river, then returned to dock, and eventually, at around 2245, like most others we started to drift away.


There was a group of performance artists in white, suspended from a sphere like construction from a very high crane, and we’ll never know if this was the event, but it did mean that the bridge to Triana was incredibly busy, so we went back to the marine festival area for food and drinks…..and I never did get to my flamenco festival.
Seville was a wonderful city, and there was a great buzz to it. But we ready for a change of pace (as were my feet!). Just one more built up place to visit and then we’d be back to the countryside…..

















