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Published: April 23rd 2017
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22nd April
Yes, confirmation email back from the police lady this morning, Chilly night last night with Cathy hogging the quilt for a change. No idea what temperature but it was only 9* when we left. Packed up for a reasonable time & away via the little shop for bread & away east to the motorway through the National Park which was very pretty. The motorway north took us onto the plains which were very plain... & flat, just mostly rough scrubland & not much else except for lots of birds of prey. Then we crossed a small viaduct over a small river & every thing just changed – green, verdant agriculture, the change was just so clear. Must be different soil & not just irrigation.
The mountains north came into view which looked impressive with some snow left on the peaks & we started to gently climb after miles of flat. We stopped for lunch before the climb really started & we ate at a picnic area where it was a pleasant 15*. Off we go again & up & the mountains were just fantastic- just bare rock for the most part. Now back below 10* as we
passed a massive reservoir, over a bridge & through tunnels, one of which was over 4 km long. After the last tunnel the temperature jumped to 24* which was just bizarre. The villages looked very alpine like.
After the mountains & on the outskirts of Oviedo we, or more to the point, Cathy, spotted an Ikea & I, surprisingly, managed to miss the junction.
The site near Cudillero is great & very well kept but they allocate you a pitch & hand you a sheet of rules & there quite a few signs about – very authoritarian, maybe some Germans own it. Our pitch was too much in the shade so Cathy went down to the SS office to request one of 58, 59 or 62. She gave us 57 which is fine but the elderly French couple next door were not amused when they returned home, the lady had a face like Les Dawson when she saw Billy. One electric point didn’t work, we blew another so I took the wire round to a different box where the amperage is 1 amp higher, perfect. No doubt we’ll have the Camp Commondant here in the morning shouting rauch,
rauch...
Anyway, we were sitting in the sun, me writing this with a small tinny & Cathy with a glass of wine at around 5pm. A couple from Chester wandered over, offered us a book & then bored the living daylight out of us...for over an HOUR! No matter what we said, they just carried on & on. We now know, amongst other equally exciting stuff, the development of thin walled die-casting in S. Africa, the inside layout of a goods carrying, cross Atlantic ship (including the whereabouts of the creche) & the cost & issues of a Toyota van gear box rebuild & subsequent failure. You think I’m joking! Scintillating pre dinner conversation. We sincerely hope they leave in the morning or there may be a police incident with a pointy pole....
Then a small bird pooped on my head...I took it as a sign that Mr & Mrs Boring from Goring (Chester) were going to be spirited away in the night by the Commondant. Had a nice dinner, blew 2 more fuses just for fun, washed up & hoped to the heavens that you know who were having an early night....
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