Riano to Santander (204km)
I was not sure I would write another post for our last day of driving, but that was because I had not known what was in store for us on our drive through the Picos De Europa on the N621. We crossed small arched stone bridges crossing the many rivers as we drove. Villages nestled amongst the peaks with their immaculate allotments brimming with Veg. Long horned cream coloured cattle grazed peacefully along the river banks. Before long we ascended above the clouds and joined what felt like another world floating above. Here we stopped to take in the landscape near a shepherds hut where an old man was busy chopping wood and heading back in to stoke his fire. Miles from anywhere, but with the music of the cow bells floating across the valley in this other world of a place. A simpler life. As we drove we passed villagers tending their animals - dogs, hens, horses, or their allotments full with leeks, potatoes, beans, tomatoes, peppers- a feast for the ...