Chelva-Andilla a long slog

Compañero's feet still bad. We suspect an unusual allergic reaction to blister plasters. A taxi was appeared by the helpful hotel owner and I set off on my own at around 10:30 - far too late as the sun was already hot with no breeze, and the road hard and bright. 

The first section of the walk out of chelv was interesting enough. There were plenty of rocks and gorges to take the attention, and the pleasure of quickly gaining height and looking back on the town. After a while the route left the track and followed a path round a deep and relatively spectacular ravine. 

After that it was back on to forest tracks and a long steady climb up to around 900 metres and the small village of Alcotas, where I ate my cheese and tomato sandwich. I felt really tired and my feet were hurting. I've realized I have made a mistake with my footwear - I really need to get some lightweight summer boots that breathe at least a bit. 

After Alcotas there was more slogging uphill along a river bed in part which was interesting. 

Finally up to around 1075 Metres via a route that didn't seem to be part of the gr7 and then down through a wood where the signs magically reappeared. 

At about this point my water ran out. 

Luckily it was downhill from now past creaking windmills on to la Pobleta and Andilla. I arrived at precisely 7:00pm as estimated. 

A splendid meal in the old people's centre with far too much beer and wine.  And a revised plan for the rest of the trip given that my consenserista can walk no longer and my feet are pretty bad as well.