The Walks

The walking group is organised by Jan and Marjon who live on site all year. These are extremely well researched, and varied. The following scenes are from a selection of these walks that lay practically all within a 10 mile radius of the campsite.

The next photo is us on a typical donkey track in the hills. We’re the only asses using the paths these days. 

Some of the views are quite spectacular; this one for example, as we head towards the broken rocks.

Now we are at the broken rocks, so called because of their sharp, jagged edges. We note some new ones have split from the cliff. 

Where there are dangerous rocks there are climbers. It’s comforting to know rescue is at hand should any of us lean over too far!

We sometimes unexpectedly stumble across wildlife (we do a lot of stumbling), like this tiny tortoise. I took the photo with someone’s boot to show how small it was. It didn’t move, apart from a wiggling hind leg: Jan wondered if the solar panels in its shell were down as it was a dull day. 

We see flowers, too, especially at this time of the year, of the scrub land variety but pretty nonetheless.

We often look down on villages we recognise from the hilltops, and even spot a cantina or two that we’ve used for refreshments after a walk.

Our descent may take us through a small gorge, testing our legs and lungs, but not requiring any mountaineering skills other than the ability not to fall over loose rubble on the path or trip over another rambler.

And a drink at a local cantina after the walk really goes down well!