Albarracin
Weather: same old same
old. What the UK gets only 2
degrees warmer usually. One night
my legs were aching so much with cold that I dreamt I was wading through a reed
bed wearing stilettoes.
Seems like forever ago
so I can’t remember exactly how we ended up here. Nice camp site though.
Many for people who like bouldering? Que? I hear you say.
Well a very nice young man from Glasgow who asked to borrow my pegs for
to hang up his freshly laundered smalls (he used the birdy ones Margaret),
explained that it’s when you climb big rocks, boulders, with no aids except for
a padded crash mat to fall back on.
Not for us. We just enjoyed
a leisurely stroll round the very attractive town with a lunch at the end of
it. The stroll did include an
unaided climb towards the town walls so we felt we fitted in with the sporty
vibe at the campsite.
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