Misty Mountain Hop

The next stop along the coast took me to Cudillero, a fishing village which these days is better known for its tourism. Having parked up on part of the breakwater, my first view of the village itself, which was a 10-minute walk away, was glorious as it was bathed in sunlight . Cudillero is regarded as one of Spain’s most beautiful villages and they are not wrong! It reminded me of parts of Cornwall. 

The village sits on a steep hillside and my hotel was therefore up in the village and the views of the streets above me were also picturesque. 

A quick turn around after checking in and I was out exploring my new surroundings that were changing by the minute! Cudillero suffers from mist this time of year and within an hour of clear skies, a rolling sea mist had covered much of the higher ground and also parts of the harbour. This stayed for much of the rest of the day, making me grateful for the earlier photos I had been able to take. It now reminded me of the hill mists you see in the Brecon Beacons!! 

After coffee with my friend and a chat about plans for the next day, I started planning my evening meal! I decided upon a small bar restaurant and once there was presented with a menu in English, which they must have gleaned from my stuttering request for a table. 

Next to me were a Swiss couple who spoke excellent English and they recommended both the cheese and sausage platter and a glass of Rioja! Who am I to refuse such advice?? They were travelling in a motorhome like my friend but had cycled into the village so the journey back may have been wobbly but they were seen returning safely. 

The day before we had filled with both diesel and LPG before setting off so the van was fully laden and we agreed that the drive up the steep hillside was therefore best done with less weight on board, namely me! The  next morning, therefore, I set off an hour early to climb out of the village and rendezvous with the van in a supermarket car park. It’s not all glamour you see! Sadly it was still overcast, so there were no prize-winning photos on my walk, but I did get breakfast of coffee and a doughnut in a roadside café full of truckers and council workers before meeting up.