I woke up at my wildcamp at the Refugio Canaleja Alta, in the Sierra de Baza, at around 7am, the tent had got quite wet from, I think, only

Next up, crossing the Marquesado Plateau between La Calahorra and the Sierra de Baza. I wasn’t looking forward to this leg, I’d thought it w

went to dab with my right foot, but nothing was there, it was a twenty foot drop down to a barranco. Me and Bay fell sideways down the

The days off also gave me time to do shopping and prepare myself mentally for the return to being alone in the mountains. I was enjoying my

The terrain varied from very rocky and steep, to meadow with grazing cattle, to mountain springs wetting the soil making it a slippery uphil

Flies! Flies had been a problem the last few days when travelling slowly. They would congregate around my sweaty head and face, eventually y

So I’d ridden/pushed-up the mountain visible from Nigϋelas, to 1200 metres then along the ridgeline of the higher peak behind it to around 1

Nigϋelas is perched on the very edge of a ravine, it looks like some of the houses will fall off one day! And the views had improved with mo

I was so relieved to get onto the trail, it was a mountain edge single-track, and was so fabulous. Mostly downhill, sometimes steep, sometim

I crossed the river and sat and ate the rest of my bocadillo and cooled down also taking the opportunity to filter some water. Onwards, and