Spikey
“There will be pinchos up to here” Julio said, gesturing up to his chin. This sounded pretty good because pinchos are the bar-top sandwiches we normally have for breakfast on the walks. However this was after our breakfast stop (in which a coach load of hungry Spaniards descend on a solitary barman and demanded coffees and pinchos) so perhaps pinchos had another meaning.
Gorse.
It’s another word for gorse and there was a lot of it. We waded through pathless gorse for at least three hours, maybe more. With thin trousers it was quite painful after the first hour.
The walk this weekend was supposed to have great views but it was pretty much cloud and drizzle all day. And the path we followed (a low level alternative in an unsuccessful attempt to avoid the cloud) was a little overgrown. Julio and Pompayo had hoces (sickles on long sticks) and spent a long time hacking away at trees and bushes while we queued behind.
It wasn’t the best walk we’ve ever done but the small glimpses of the oak filled mountains of the Muniellos nature reserve suggest that it’ll be definitely worth a return visit
We had baths when we got back… the gorse exfoliation made Liz yelp when she got in… gaiters are on the list for tomorrow’s shopping.
Tags: grupo naranco, walking, weather
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