walk from Frigiliana
again, though clouds are scudding in from the north east. Today
we do our second walk, again following Elma Thompson, this time
her walk FR/09 from Exploring the Axarquia, a circular
walk from Frigiliana that takes in Cuatro Caminos, Mallarin,
Venta de Frigiliana and the Penones Ridge.
was a worthy walk, but most of the route has become developed, the
paths and tracks cemented over, the cottages converted, and a thick
splatter of ugly new "villas" constructed. There is rubbish
everywhere, and it generally feels as though you are walking through
the fringes of urban life. True, people are picking olives and cultivating
smallholdings, but the landscape is dominated by whitewashed inanities
and the blue splashes of swimming pools. We looked across hungrily
at the Natural Park to the north east and determined to walk in
some wilderness next.
is true that the English countryside is blighted with plastic, that
roadsides are disfigured with a dandruff of garbage, and that fly-tipping
is rife. But here there seems to be a blindness to...well...mess,
that begins immediately outside one's front door. Perhaps we from
the chilly north (not sure about Lenore) are overly anally-retentive
about such things. Perhaps it's just me (Ralph is writing this),
but I get an urge to pick up and tidy away all the flapping sheets
of plastic, the half-bricks, the broken tiles, the empty bottles
that lie just beside people's spanking-new, sparkling white villas...
And that's not to mention the piles of dog shit that mar Torrox's
narrow lanes. Ho hum.
14 km ramble takes just over three hours. We drive back to Torrox,
where the sun is out, eat and rest, before catching up with groceries
and spending the evening reading. Lenore tries to get Ralph interested
in backgammon, without much success...