Solitude on wild beaches

It is Christmas and I am ensconced in England, cosy amongst family at my parent’s house. Fret not however, Victor has not been abandoned as I am sleeping in him, parked out on my Mum and Dads drive while the house is full of brothers, nieces, nephews and chaos! He offers a quiet space; a familiar, calm bolt hole, and with an oil filled radiator plugged in, makes for a pretty luxurious* space. (*in a loose sense of the word).

So where did I leave you last time? I’d just completed my coast to coast traverse of northern Spain and found myself in the fishing town of Muros.

So much wine, so little time – a coast to coast trip across Spain

From one ferry to the next. Last time I was on board from Alcúdia to Barcelona. Today I’m enjoying the hospitality of Brittany Ferries on the Cap Finisterre from Bilbao to Portsmouth as I head back to England for the festive season and some well-earned warm showers.

It’s been a remarkable whistle-stop tour of some of Spain that has seen me head not south as I had originally intended but east to west across the whole of northern Spain – Cataluna, Aragon, Castilla y Leon, Galicia, Asturias and Cantabria. Unfortunately I seem to have skirted round La Rioja but be assured I have assisted with the local economy of the region in ways I am sure you can guess.