As I sit here in my undies surrounded by the smell of wet dog and despair, I think back to better times of blue skies, sunshine and warmth - well, it was yesterday actually and I know, I’m being dramatic. My jeans are making an indigo pattern on the bathroom floor as the rain drips from the hem. Graham is worried the down on his expensive walking jacket will never be the same again.
This morning, after a quiet night by the beach, we arrived in the Aire at RibadeSella which can only be described as a glorified quarry complete with a 45 minute walk into town to get food. (The info said it was 15 minutes to walk so i don't know what they were on when they gave those instructions.) The walk, while excessively long, was attractive with yet another gorgeous beach and lovely houses to check out along the way.
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| Hugo enjoys the walk |
Most restaurants were closed but we found one open by the harbour. When I ordered the ‘wok with gambas’ I expected something with a noodle involved. The noodle element in this case turned out to be baby eels with three prawns and a couple of fried eggs. Mr Fluffy was happier with his pulpo gallego (octopus) and ended up eating my left overs. Of course, after lunch, as we strolled around town, everything had just closed so we had to entertain ourselves with window shopping only.
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| Eel noodles |
All was well weather wise on our walk in so we decided to have a wine on the beach front as we walked back, as one does. This is where it all went a tad wrong. As we sat sipping our vinos tintos the skies opened so we had to neck the wine and we got totalmente drenched on the remaining 30minute walk back to Dickie.
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| Just before the deluge |
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| Loving these railings |
And so now I sit, wearing only my jumper and socks (and undies, of course) waiting for the clothes to dry and tapping away at this blog as the rain pours on the roof. It does feel good to be safe in the van even if it is in a disused quarry. I would take a photo of the but it’s now raining too much to go out.
