After noting that the first half of the walk was exceptionally tough - essentially because of a long climb and a steep descent - we opted to join our bags in a taxi we'd hired to take them to Gijón and to get out half-way, in Peón. And this is how I came to chat with the fastest-talking taxista in Spain and to get his strong endorsement of a decision to buy one of those new bikes with a motor hidden in one of the struts.
Before leaving Villaviciosa, we breakfasted comprehensively in a charming café, courtesy of the hotel :
Setting off from Peón, we immediately came across this place, which might or might not have something to do with cider.
And then this charming example of the Asturian version of the Galician horreo, or corn store.
Soon, though, we were climbing once again, the reward being wonderful views of the Peón valley that we'd left behind. Though the camera doesn't really do justice to it:
These are fotos taken to try to give an idea of the gradient but, as with the valley, the camera fails to spell out the truth. In fact, it can be hard to tell whether the slope is going up or down! I suppose it's both;
It wasn't long before we hit traditional Asturian paths - steep and strewn with rocks and mud:
The Black Hole of Asturias:
But the summit offered us a bar-cum-shop and that rare Spanish sight, a TV that isn't switched on and blaring:
Ditto this fountain next to it:
A short shower gave me the opportunity to don a rain cape I'd carried on 6 caminos but never before had to use. It's been described by a friend as a red condom. My excuse is that it was given to me by a gay friend:
Old quarter stuff:
The town hall
Today, we're off to Oviedo for another bit of sightseeing. Then, tomorrow, it's back to a world of elections and Brexits. And others of life's nonsenses.