Where's Bertie? He's at the roadside in an abandoned housing development in between the old town and the beach at Jávea. Exact location: 38.78914, 0.17440
Weather: Sunshine until late afternoon and getting warmer again, making it up into the high teens today.
Lots of people out fishing at Dénia first thing this morning.
A run alongside the beach and the port started my morning, after which we decided that Jávea, 12km down the coast, would be today's destination. It looked a reasonable size of place and Mick recalled someone mentioning it to him last week as worth a visit.
Bertie heaved us up and over the shoulder of a hill that sits between our start and end points - a road popular with cyclists. Having negotiated the inclines, the hairpins and wiggles, we reached a roundabout on the edge of town whereupon the navigator (i.e. me) chose the wrong exit and a tour of the town on cobbled streets ensued. Eventually we managed to loop back round to the road we wanted and after just one more tiny navigational mishap, we reached some roadside parking on a well-trafficked road overlooked by flats.
From there the old town was a 15-minute walk away and the beach 5 minutes. We started with the former.
Church
Old town street
Objectively it's a pleasant old town, with a warren of narrow streets. However, it was hardly buzzing and, more to the point, it was lunchtime, we found very few eateries, and none that appealed.
Back to Bertie we headed, finding a 'Points of Interest' board on our way that confirmed that we'd managed to visit about two thirds of the sights during our whistlestop tour (and an art gallery too).
Perhaps, we thought, all the action is on the seafront, so that's where we went after lunch. It was significantly busier down there, mainly with Brits.
Not the most attractive beach, but some interesting-looking geology in that big lump of rock.
Our busy-road parking place may have been a good safe bet for daytime, but wasn't remotely appealing for overnight, so with our day's perambulations complete we moved 0.5km, to this abandoned housing development - which is not as bad as that description makes it sound. At some point in the past (I would guess around 2007) the roads, complete with roadside parking bays and street-lighting, were installed and one road of flats was built. Then the economy collapsed, with all of the other plots untouched (long grass, olive trees, orange trees), giving a far nicer environment (both for us and the occupants of the flats that were built) than the many sites we've encountered that have been abandoned mid-build, usually with all standing walls graffitied and often with a rusting crane.
And now Mick's settled down to watch the rugby on his phone (after encountering technical issues with trying to watch it on the aged tablet), whereas I have plans, after cooking and eating tea, to spend a bit of time with my knitting, which has been neglected these last few busy days.
Today's bonus snap is in the 'Art imitates Mick' series:
Weather: Sunshine until late afternoon and getting warmer again, making it up into the high teens today.
A run alongside the beach and the port started my morning, after which we decided that Jávea, 12km down the coast, would be today's destination. It looked a reasonable size of place and Mick recalled someone mentioning it to him last week as worth a visit.
Bertie heaved us up and over the shoulder of a hill that sits between our start and end points - a road popular with cyclists. Having negotiated the inclines, the hairpins and wiggles, we reached a roundabout on the edge of town whereupon the navigator (i.e. me) chose the wrong exit and a tour of the town on cobbled streets ensued. Eventually we managed to loop back round to the road we wanted and after just one more tiny navigational mishap, we reached some roadside parking on a well-trafficked road overlooked by flats.
From there the old town was a 15-minute walk away and the beach 5 minutes. We started with the former.
Objectively it's a pleasant old town, with a warren of narrow streets. However, it was hardly buzzing and, more to the point, it was lunchtime, we found very few eateries, and none that appealed.
Back to Bertie we headed, finding a 'Points of Interest' board on our way that confirmed that we'd managed to visit about two thirds of the sights during our whistlestop tour (and an art gallery too).
Perhaps, we thought, all the action is on the seafront, so that's where we went after lunch. It was significantly busier down there, mainly with Brits.
Our busy-road parking place may have been a good safe bet for daytime, but wasn't remotely appealing for overnight, so with our day's perambulations complete we moved 0.5km, to this abandoned housing development - which is not as bad as that description makes it sound. At some point in the past (I would guess around 2007) the roads, complete with roadside parking bays and street-lighting, were installed and one road of flats was built. Then the economy collapsed, with all of the other plots untouched (long grass, olive trees, orange trees), giving a far nicer environment (both for us and the occupants of the flats that were built) than the many sites we've encountered that have been abandoned mid-build, usually with all standing walls graffitied and often with a rusting crane.
And now Mick's settled down to watch the rugby on his phone (after encountering technical issues with trying to watch it on the aged tablet), whereas I have plans, after cooking and eating tea, to spend a bit of time with my knitting, which has been neglected these last few busy days.
Today's bonus snap is in the 'Art imitates Mick' series:
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