It’s mid-day on Thursday and the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist. We have some 36 hours of rain forecast and with the weekend no longer looking baked in sunshine, we have decided to swap our return crossing and will travel back from Santander tomorrow, cutting short our 6 week trip by a few days.

The highlight of the last few days was a circular cycle ride in the hills which turned out to be anything but circular. Described as an “Expert” ride on Komoot, Joe figured that with an electric bike, such a route should be achievable.

The first 10km were fine but as the roads disappeared into tracks and finally a loose gravel path over the top of the mountain, it was clear that circular route was coming to an end! I cannot imagine the path was viable with a bike.

On the way to my endpoint, I encountered the mountainside which had been terraced and fenced, lined with grape vines. Seems an incredible feat of engineering to grow grapes!

Our first visit to Cantabria, Asturias and Galicia is now over. In this segment of Spain, summer is reaching the end and cold nights are becoming more commonplace. Some of the campsites we stayed on have already closed for the season and many more will be closed by the middle of October.

Once again, the Spanish people have been friendly and welcoming and as is usual, pretty much 6 weeks without seeing a traffic jam. The coastline and mountains are very special here and I suspect we may well become more frequent visitors to this part of Spain.

Nevertheless, our big “foreign” trips for next year are in Spain (Jan – Mar) and then Portugal from the end of August. After a year in which we have enjoyed long stays in Southern Spain, Brittany, Germany and NW Spain, we also plan to see more of the UK next year as well.

Adios amigos!

On Saturday we headed out of the campsite, turned right and up the never ending hill to the Monestary of Santo Toribio de Liebana. The monastery, in a remote location high in the mountains close to Potes is one of the five places in Roman Catholicism that has the privilege of issuing perpetual indulgences. The others being Rome, Jerusalem, Santiago de Compostela and Caravaca de la Cruz.

The monastery was founded prior to the 6th century and venerates part of the Lignum Cross discovered in Jerusalem. The left arm of the cross is kept on a gilded silver reliquery and because of this claim to hold the largest surviving piece of the True Cross, the monastery was an important pilgrimage centre and one of the most important holy sites of Roman Catholicism in Europe.

The most important building is the gothic church. It’s perhaps less ostentatious than some of the larger cathedrals and is in keeping with the site of the monastery.

After spending time at the monastery, we continued our walk to the Mirador de San Miguel. From here the views across the valleys and mountains are exceptional.

Here is the circular route we took from Camping La Viorna to the Monastery, onwards to Mirador San Miguel and finally the route back to our site.

We left the campsite at Cudillero to the sight of a lovely rainbow, hoping that this wasn’t an omen for wetter weather in the mountains.

Our destination was Potes in the Picos de Europa. A journey of just 124 miles but a reported time of nearly three hours – Google predicting the last 25 miles would take one and a half hours. Google of course was correct, as the N621, running alongside the River Deve is being stabilised and widened for much of the route. An incredible feat of engineering as the new section of road is literally hanging over the side of the valley on concrete supports.

We arrived at our campsite just outside the village of Potes early afternoon. The site is one of the nicest we have ever stayed on. Terraced grass pitches – somewhat muddy in places – with stunning views of the surrounding mountains. The toilet block has a Swiss chalet feel to it and is pristinely clean.

We had a good choice of pitches but the site filled up rapidly until all but a handful of plots were occupied. Our neighbours are repeat visitors to Camping La Viorna and they were also stunned as to how busy it is this year.

On Friday morning, we walked into town.

The town of Potes is located at the confluence of four valleys, near to where the River Quiviesa flows into the River Deva, the latter source being high in the Picos de Europa. Like the rest of the Liébana region, Potes enjoys a Mediterranean microclimate that allows the cultivation of the vines, walnut and poplar. Overlooking the town is Arabedes mountain (694m).

The old town, which is considered to be one of the most beautiful in Spain and is also a historical monument, comprises a maze of alleys and steps with a medieval atmosphere.

It is dominated by the Torre del Infantado, a symbol of Potes, built in the 15th century. It has four floors and forms a stone cube. It costs a mere 3 Euros each for entry and there’s a glass lift to the top floor. From here, one can enjoy elevated views across this medieval town.

The Torre del Infantado is between the rivers Quiviesa and Duve at the exact spot where they meet. On top of the tower there are spectacular views of Potes and there are a number of exhibitions on various floors, including the original work of the first Cantabrian author, Beato de Liebana – an abbot of the nearby monastery Santo Toriboo in the 8th Century.

Saturday (21st Sep) we headed off to Rinlo railway station to catch the Ferrol to Oviedo train. Today the train arrived, didn’t catch fire and even took us to our final destination of Luarca but was a typical 40 minutes late.

We had a nice lunch (menu of the day) at Hotel Baltico with the highlights being our starter dishes – Moe had Shellfish Paella and I had the Scorpion fish pate.

The town and port of Luarca had a working feel to it. After our long lunch, we wandered around the harbour before catching our train back to Rinlo.

Two quiet days followed and we took care of laundry and packed up ready for a short journey along the coast. We did manage a sneaky tapas lunch at Bar Portillo on Monday.

On our walk, we passed two “Cetareas” on our way into Rinlo.These are ancient shellfish breeding grounds.

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The next morning we said “Adios” to Belen at Camping Rinlo Costa and received a few good tips of places to visit on the final few weeks of our travels. Camping Rinlo Costa was so peaceful, everyone was very friendly and we were sorry to say goodbye to the relative luxury of our pink bungalow.

Moe has declared that her wrists are sufficiently healed to revert back to sleeping in our campervan, Nellie.

Just an hour or so later, around lunchtime on Tuesday, we have arrived at Camping L’Amuravela on the outskirts of Cudillero. We were given a choice of pitches and faffed around until we found a great corner spot which was level and easy to get off given the pitches were wet and further rain was in the forecast.

Most of the pitches were back-to-back pairs and some were a grouping of four. Motorhomes, from a certain country, annexed the entire double pitch or in the case of the quad pitches, the entire area! Need i say more…

The campsite is located 2 or 3 kilometres from the port but the walk back is absolutely brutal. The town is located at the bottom of a very steep valley and today, its main economic activity is tourism but it retains a strong fishing culture.

Legend has it that the town was founded by the Vikings and in addition to Castillian, the locals speak a dialect known as Pixueto. It is renowned as one of the prettiest villages in Spain.

By the time we made had walked down to the harbour, our legs were shaking and not looking forward to the hike back. There are a number of marked trails around the port and surrounding hills with spectaculour views.

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Trips and days out are taking place with increased frequency and it’s getting harder to remember just what we did and where we’ve been.

This was our first and only full day in Cudillero and we woke up to a damp start and Moe chose for us to have a day out in Aviles. We caught the train at El Pito Pinera which is about a mile walk from the campsite. The trains are still narrow gauge from Cudillera (in fact all the way along the coast to the border with France) but from here they are electrified and our outward and return journeys were on time.

Aviles is a large town / city with a nice pretty old-town centred around the Plaza d’Espana. We wandered around the streets taking in the scenery.

Here at Aviles railway station, old meets new. You can see in the picture below the different gauge railways.

A very wet night and we made the decision to move on tomorrow morning and head for the mountains.