Archive for March, 2012

Llanes to Ribadesella, 29 to 31 March 2012

March 31, 2012

Friday (March 30) was a smelly day, and not just because we walked through (a village called) Poo. Well, actually we argued through Poo, and several other harmless places. Maybe it was third day blues, like childbirth. We were both really tired, after the long haul into Llanes, and made slow achy progress.

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Beach at Poo


The church of Nuestra Senora de los Delores at Barru sits in the estuary

We.did enjoy the beautiful beaches, but by San Antolin (a completely deserted beach with a ruined monastery) decided that we had to end our day soon.


Why does this ruin speak more to my heart than the perfect church in Barru?


So peaceful, although the railway line runs close by.


We just sat in silence and looked at this, yet another stunning estuary on the coast of northern Spain.


Our saviour in Naves. Lesson learnt: just ask if you need help!

The bar owner in Naves saved our day by finding us a holiday let for the night, with double bed and towels and a sofa and telly and everything. We later ate at the same bar/restaurant, local speciality black pudding, cider etc, so it wasn’t a cheap night but there was really no choice.


Note the socks rather lowering the tone of this smart apartment

Today ( March 31) we felt much better, except Peter has blisters, which I treated with a needle and thread. Still lovely sunny weather, and a 12 mile day ending with a lovely quiet track through pasture, with blue grey mountains to the left (south) and no sight of the sea to the right and north.




Peter is walking at his own speed.

We stopped for lunch near Pinares de Pria, at the church pf San Pedro del Pria, attracted and intrigued by the paintings on the wall of the nearby building.

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What is going on here?

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Maybe this gives some explanation?


It’s always reassuring to see things like this, showing the way.


Mid-afternoon we crossed the Ria Aguamia


‘by the ancient Puente de Aguamia’ (Eric Walker)

When we arrived in Ribadesella Peter decided he had to buy new walking shoes, as his boots seemed well past it, so we spent ages in a shoe shop choosing just the right ones (and most expensive). Then we went mad and replaced mine as well.

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New shoes!

After that we had to find somewhere for the night, and try to reduce costs! So we shopped for provisions and came here, that is the youth hostel, Roberto Frassinelli,  which is cold and smells of fag ends, and only has a microwave to cook in. We had to heat everything including milk and water for coffee in a soup bowl!
But it does have wifi, so this is being done on my phone.
Must go to bed, now!.