Where's Bertie? He's still in the Aire at La Palma del Condado.
Weather: Wall-to-wall sunshine, but cooler (max 17) and with a fresh wind.
I am the chief planner, and that includes for walking and running routes, even if I'm not going to be partaking of them. Thus Mick set out this morning for a 10km circuit that I'd loaded onto the Gaia App on his phone, and onto his watch. Looking at the route, he questioned the fact that one section didn't seem to be on path or track, but as I'd downloaded it from a selection of 560+ routes put on Wikiloc by a local runner, who had clearly run it himself, Mick was prepared to give it a go.
He came back having thoroughly enjoyed himself.
The first thing the route did was to take him upwards, giving him a view back down to the town:
Some wide tracks...
...then took him to the 'pathless' section where it turned out a network of trods led him around the back of a motor test track/racing circuit:
Alas, he didn't take a snap of the significant water obstacle that he then had to tackle in the next dip. He reached the other side of it only to realise that he should have turned before it, and thus he had to renegotiate it in the other direction.
Sand was a significant feature underfoot, but he agreed that more difficult surfaces are all good training.
Meanwhile in Bertie I'd taken a glance at a map and noticed another town 15km to the west of us that looked worth a visit, and I was minded that we should go there today. Mick was less keen, perhaps in part because all of his running tops absolutely honk and if we were going to stay here then laundry was on the agenda.
With the laundrette located in a pedestrian backstreet, off to the town square we headed for a quick coffee (the wash cycle was 33 minutes; the walk between laundrette and square about 3 minutes).
Mick went in to order (I'm trying not to share my lurgi with anyone) with instructions to choose a cake for me. As he was dithering over their fine display, the server suggested a particular item as a local speciality.
We did also have coffees, but they took a while to arrive, by which time we'd eaten the cakes.
We couldn't quite put our fingers on what the local speciality was. It looked like some sort of a fritter or flat, square donut soaked in syrup, but it had a texture more like egg custard. Whatever it was, I'd happily have another one.
I'm not sure we'd have sat at that outside table for much longer even if I didn't have a timer in my pocket counting down to the washing machine finishing its cycle. Don't be fooled by the fact that Mick is wearing shorts in that photo above - sitting in the shade it was chilly, even with a fleece and a light jacket each.
Back to the laundrette, a cycle in the drier, then back to Bertie for lunch followed by an afternoon of laptop bashing.
Onwards tomorrow to a location that I'm optimistic is going to be reasonably lumpy. The downside of inland + altitude is that it will be cooler, but I'm prepared to forego some warmth for a lumpy landscape. Mick is a little less convinced. We'll see how it goes...
Snapped on our way back from town. As we walked through the park on our way into town these geese, that had been in an enclosure yesterday, were guarding the main path. They really weren't happy to see us and they got so close in chasing us that I thought I was literally going to be goosed.
Weather: Wall-to-wall sunshine, but cooler (max 17) and with a fresh wind.
I am the chief planner, and that includes for walking and running routes, even if I'm not going to be partaking of them. Thus Mick set out this morning for a 10km circuit that I'd loaded onto the Gaia App on his phone, and onto his watch. Looking at the route, he questioned the fact that one section didn't seem to be on path or track, but as I'd downloaded it from a selection of 560+ routes put on Wikiloc by a local runner, who had clearly run it himself, Mick was prepared to give it a go.
He came back having thoroughly enjoyed himself.
The first thing the route did was to take him upwards, giving him a view back down to the town:
Some wide tracks...
...then took him to the 'pathless' section where it turned out a network of trods led him around the back of a motor test track/racing circuit:
Alas, he didn't take a snap of the significant water obstacle that he then had to tackle in the next dip. He reached the other side of it only to realise that he should have turned before it, and thus he had to renegotiate it in the other direction.
Meanwhile in Bertie I'd taken a glance at a map and noticed another town 15km to the west of us that looked worth a visit, and I was minded that we should go there today. Mick was less keen, perhaps in part because all of his running tops absolutely honk and if we were going to stay here then laundry was on the agenda.
With the laundrette located in a pedestrian backstreet, off to the town square we headed for a quick coffee (the wash cycle was 33 minutes; the walk between laundrette and square about 3 minutes).
Mick went in to order (I'm trying not to share my lurgi with anyone) with instructions to choose a cake for me. As he was dithering over their fine display, the server suggested a particular item as a local speciality.
We couldn't quite put our fingers on what the local speciality was. It looked like some sort of a fritter or flat, square donut soaked in syrup, but it had a texture more like egg custard. Whatever it was, I'd happily have another one.
I'm not sure we'd have sat at that outside table for much longer even if I didn't have a timer in my pocket counting down to the washing machine finishing its cycle. Don't be fooled by the fact that Mick is wearing shorts in that photo above - sitting in the shade it was chilly, even with a fleece and a light jacket each.
Back to the laundrette, a cycle in the drier, then back to Bertie for lunch followed by an afternoon of laptop bashing.
Onwards tomorrow to a location that I'm optimistic is going to be reasonably lumpy. The downside of inland + altitude is that it will be cooler, but I'm prepared to forego some warmth for a lumpy landscape. Mick is a little less convinced. We'll see how it goes...
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