Heading back
Time to head back today and retrace some of our steps back to A Coruña, from where our flight leaves early tomorrow morning.
We had some yummy snacks to ake with us - what a pity our way to dinner last evening took us past the Rialto Bakery (again!)
The people from Rally the Globe were overnight in the hotel last evening and as they were leaving, I felt thankful that we had a modern car to ride in today, however lovely some of those vintage vehicles looked.
We had planned to explore one or two places along the Costa Verde on our way to A Coruña and began in the beautiful fishing port of Cudillero
Beautiful indeed and reminiscent of Portofino and Positano, the houses are perched on the steepest of hillsides, almost tumbling down into the harbour. But the time to visit is not in the “early” morning (about 10.30am) when there’s hardly anyone about and the sun is rising behind the village. Had we been able to stay a while, into the afternoon or evening, then we’d have seen a completely different sight.
As the small red fishing boat entered the harbour, we jumped in the car and moved on.
Not very far, in fact just around the corner, really. Here was a viewpoint, set with picnic tables and with a glorious view to the west, of high cliffs and a rocky coastline.
A little further along, we added another Cabo to our collection, Cabo Vidio. This part of the coastline is known as the Jurassic Coast - the same name given to a stretch of the south coast of England. Looking west, there are craggy outcops, some of which extend quite some way from the coast.
Looking east - grrr, that sun again - we were fascinated by the strata of the rocks, sloping diagonally into the sea.
In between these two bays was Cabo Vidio, the lighthouse perched on the top - but not at the end of - a peninsula. An information board here described how, beneath the lighthouse, the rocks have formed an open space, known as the church, and dire warnings were offered for those who might plan to visit it. Whilst we were there, however, a young man arrived along the footpath and disappeared down the track to the side of the lighthouse. Here’s hoping he knew what he was doing.
We were beginning to run out of Asturias and cross back into Galicia, though of course, the amazing coastal scenery continued. Time was the thing, however, and we still had quite some way to go. Much as I’d have enjoyed pootling along from one headland to another, we decided on a last one.
The small stony beach at Playa del Pormenandre was our last stop. From here, we set the satnav and headed back, first to the Autovia del Cantabrica and then turning north west onto the Autovia del Norte to A Coruña.
We made it in time to see the Tower of Hercules as planned.
In the absence of an airport hotel, we are here nearby in the recommended Crunia Hotel and from the sounds we hear, the estimated 7 minute drive must be the length of the runway. That’s fine. We plan a stress free day tomorrow.
