As darkness fell yesterday evening, we walked to the port.
On the way back stopping on the way back to photograph a bronze statue of a fish wife, with her basket of fish.
Across the bay, the lights in the apartments were a checker board of light.
We left early this morning, the beach quiet, too early for the nubile young women from the previous day to display their wares. Nothing wrong with that, our Marge would have said. If you've got it flaunt it!
We planned to stop off at Ribadesella to visit the caves, which both our guide books advertised as free entry. But upon arriving there, this turned out not to be, so we continued onwards towards Gijon, hoping to find a supermarket. We don't know why, but here in Spain, they seem very few and far between. As we motored along the ring road, we saw a Lidl sign, illuminated like a beacon, calling to us. But we were heading away from it, so we stopped abruptly on a garage forecourt and hastily asked Google for directions back to it. Fresh fruit and vegetables now replenished, along with a few bottles of red wine, at a special offer price of eighty five cents, (and it 'aint half bad), we continued on our way to the lighthouse at Cabo Penas.
John worked here forty years ago, and was keen to return to the area. The afternoon temperature was around 30c, as we walked along the path by the lighthouse above the threatening rocks and swirling sea below.
The path took us through a carpet of heather, most of it having gone over, but we did come across one clump that displayed its purple flowers, of which a few small insects were savouring.
The last few miles of today's journey took us up hill and around some hairy, hair pin bends, but Marge was undeterred after her trip to Italy, and sailed around them confidentially. Not so much the case as we approached tonight's stop, the sat nav decided to take us down a short cut to the beach. Oh dear! We'd like to say sorry to the Spanish man who had to back up a hundred metres so we could come through.
This evening, After darkness fell, we walked up to the town. At nine thirty, families were just sitting down to eat, the children looking a little bleary eyed. Today has been a strange day, the 'must find a supermarket', dominating it. Hopefully tomorrow, we be more relaxing and enjoyable.
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