Cortes de Pallas – industrial and flawed? – yes. Beautiful – yes. Fourth blog today.

Cortes is an energy town. Hydroelectricity and nuclear generation just down the road. But it’s Sheffield in miniature, character, class (working), talent, history and culture. What a great day. I’ve rested, eaten well, blogged and watched some footy. More than owt I’ve planned some options going forward as it’s getting very cold and windy and fewer days wild camping the better. Not that I’m a pansy. 

I dint do no drugs or owt. Just steady exercising in my local gymnasium.

Today has been lovely. I had breakfast in the hostel at 9.30.  This is the early morning freezing view from my bedroom window.

I went back to bed to plan going forward. 

There was a bit of a Saturday market and I stocked up on water, food and batteries for Gav. My mate.

Then I went to Emilio’s restaurant and had a great meal and  a pitcher of really nice wine. I stayed there watching Spanish footy and doing me blogs for four hours. Loved it. And they charged me £11.00 for the lot. The scran was delightful. Black pudding soup.

I offloaded my stuff at the hostel and it’s San Anton’s day. The patron saint of animals. They build huge bonfires in the streets here, which horses jump over. It’s magical and very warming in the sharp icy air. The clear day and night makes it more magical.

They’re all over the place. Brilliant. Everyone has been nice to me and my Spanish has improved today. The owner of my hostel is the same age as me and Maggie. He’s one of my bezzies. 

When the fires go down a bit they all put their scran in the hot ashes to cook. Brilliant. With Coldplay blasting through the main plaza.

All is good. Until tomorrow but that’s just another time.

Night night.