Cambil-Cambil

Dear friends,
Lightly springing from bed this morning, and lacing up my favourite pair of
boots to walk to my next destination, I failed to make it to the front
door. I was reluctant to waste a day, but decided that really my feet, and
my head, which I think was suffering from a touch too much sun, needed a
chance to recover from the beating they received the day before yesterday.
So today I have done very little indeed, apart from plan out a bit more of
my route.
Cambil is a nice enough place to stop awhile. It has two rocks with strata
striking vertically up in the centre of town, both with extinct castles on
top. Cambil held an important defensive position on the route south to
Granada, and was constantly changing hands between moors and christians.
The view from the top of one of the rocks is stunning, especially in the
late evening. To the north-east the massive lumps of the Sierra Magina
dominate, while to the south lower rolling hills covered with the geometric
pattern of olive trees and red earth are bathed in the sunlight still
streaming over the mountain tops.
Distance today: 0km. I hope to do better tomorrow. I know you expect no
less from me.
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A wayfarer in Spain