Where's Bertie? He's in car park P4 just below Covadonga (exact location: 43.31412, -5.06237)
Weather: Glorious sunshine and surprisingly warm.
Last night the wind picked up and swung around to become southerly. That had quite an impact on the temperature and, contrary to our expectations of a frosty night, we awoke to a balmy 15 degrees at 7 this morning - double the temperature it had been 12 hours earlier.
Putting Bertie back into the same parking space in Poncebos as he had occupied yesterday, we found four other motorhomes who had clearly spent the night. We suspected that restrictions wouldn't be enforced at this time of year, (if, indeed they are enforceable; they could just be deterents), but I'd still rather go for the 'no restrictions' option if there's one nearby.
A while later, off we set for a walk up to the remote village of Bulnes. You can read more about that (and see a set of snaps of the outing) by clicking this link.
It was warm enough today that, even though Poncebos was still fully in the shade when we returned, we didn't immediately dash off in search of sunshine, as we had yesterday. Over lunch I considered the question of 'where next' and I put a case forward for driving up to Sotres. Mick wasn't enthusiastic about that option, so I looked at the map some more and thought the lakes above Covadonga might be worth a visit.
A pause in Arenas allowed us to pick up some bread and nearly knock the owner of the Tabac off her stepladder, then onwards and westwards we came.
I'd not thought to look to see if our guidebook said anything about Covadonga, so it was a surprise to arrive here to find numerous large car parks. We are in P4, which must hold at least 100 vehicles. We've been alone ever since we arrived, and all of the car parks we passed to get here were empty too, but it's apparent that this is a massively popular place in summer.
This car park will be fine for overnight, but feels a bit too isolated for leaving Bertie unattended tomorrow. So, soon after we arrived, I nipped out to see what over parking was available in the village.
Returning an hour later (by which time Mick was worrying that I'd got lost), I had discovered that: a) the village* is further away than I'd thought; b) the road up to the lakes is currently closed for resurfacing; and c) there is parking available up at the Basilica. (*I say 'village' but the guidebook tells me that it's not a village, but a cluster of buildings around the Basilica. There seemed to be houses and businesses to me, and to my mind that constitutes a village.)
The wind, which has been noticeable for much of the day, leaving roads strewn with leaves and twigs (and the occasional branch or tree), has picked up another notch tonight, leading us to turn Bertie's nose windwards just as dusk was upon us. That's stopped us from rocking, but it still sounds like it's raining as leaves are getting blown around and hitting his roof.
Here are a few random snaps of the day, in case you don't feel inclined to click on the link I gave above to nip over to our walking blog:
The path up to Bulnes is visible on the right hand side of the valley
Part of the tiny village of Bulnes, accessible only on foot or by funicular railway
Daisy. Just look at the eyes on her!
Clear water in the Cares river
Weather: Glorious sunshine and surprisingly warm.
Last night the wind picked up and swung around to become southerly. That had quite an impact on the temperature and, contrary to our expectations of a frosty night, we awoke to a balmy 15 degrees at 7 this morning - double the temperature it had been 12 hours earlier.
Putting Bertie back into the same parking space in Poncebos as he had occupied yesterday, we found four other motorhomes who had clearly spent the night. We suspected that restrictions wouldn't be enforced at this time of year, (if, indeed they are enforceable; they could just be deterents), but I'd still rather go for the 'no restrictions' option if there's one nearby.
A while later, off we set for a walk up to the remote village of Bulnes. You can read more about that (and see a set of snaps of the outing) by clicking this link.
It was warm enough today that, even though Poncebos was still fully in the shade when we returned, we didn't immediately dash off in search of sunshine, as we had yesterday. Over lunch I considered the question of 'where next' and I put a case forward for driving up to Sotres. Mick wasn't enthusiastic about that option, so I looked at the map some more and thought the lakes above Covadonga might be worth a visit.
A pause in Arenas allowed us to pick up some bread and nearly knock the owner of the Tabac off her stepladder, then onwards and westwards we came.
I'd not thought to look to see if our guidebook said anything about Covadonga, so it was a surprise to arrive here to find numerous large car parks. We are in P4, which must hold at least 100 vehicles. We've been alone ever since we arrived, and all of the car parks we passed to get here were empty too, but it's apparent that this is a massively popular place in summer.
This car park will be fine for overnight, but feels a bit too isolated for leaving Bertie unattended tomorrow. So, soon after we arrived, I nipped out to see what over parking was available in the village.
Returning an hour later (by which time Mick was worrying that I'd got lost), I had discovered that: a) the village* is further away than I'd thought; b) the road up to the lakes is currently closed for resurfacing; and c) there is parking available up at the Basilica. (*I say 'village' but the guidebook tells me that it's not a village, but a cluster of buildings around the Basilica. There seemed to be houses and businesses to me, and to my mind that constitutes a village.)
The wind, which has been noticeable for much of the day, leaving roads strewn with leaves and twigs (and the occasional branch or tree), has picked up another notch tonight, leading us to turn Bertie's nose windwards just as dusk was upon us. That's stopped us from rocking, but it still sounds like it's raining as leaves are getting blown around and hitting his roof.
Here are a few random snaps of the day, in case you don't feel inclined to click on the link I gave above to nip over to our walking blog:
The path up to Bulnes is visible on the right hand side of the valley
Part of the tiny village of Bulnes, accessible only on foot or by funicular railway
Daisy. Just look at the eyes on her!
Clear water in the Cares river
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