Roses to L’Escala – Round the Bay, A Long, Long Way

Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Thanks Paul. But totally unnecessary with my follicle challenge. We ate breakfast in the hotel and pushed off with great purpose. The longest day today, all on flat land but nearly twenty miles of it.

These two looked like those blokes who stand still to make you think they are statues, and then move to startle you. But they were statues. Unusual shorts.

The route was around the Gulf of Roses today to L’Escala; a town where me and Deborah (my sis) went to twice in the late sixties on family holidays. Bitter sweet memories. In the distance the snow topped Pyrenees stole the show.

It was flat all the way, with sea-lake type developments.

Just an extremely long slog. Sunny but cooler.

Anyone walking away from this did well.

Stopping after five hours walking Gary loved these mussels and I tried the local specialist dish of fried artichokes with eggs. A brilliant combination.

Setting off on the last leg the route wove through mile after mile of orchards and on down to the sea.

Walking across the sand was draining. The track passed Empurias, a complete Roman town, well, complete apart from no roofs. And no walls. Or windows. But mainly complete.

Then a quick dap down the beach to L’Escala, as it started to rain. More great tapas and an early night.

Night night.