THNGS keep getting better. We awake to find a small market in progress a few yards down the road, where we stock up on fruit and veg though I totally fail to communicate with the cheese vendor in my abysmal Spanish, and retreat in confusion.
A few more purchases in the supermarket bring my total spending in the little town to 22 euros, which just goes to show that providing free parking for motorhomes makes great commercial sense.
A knockout view across several valleys to the snowy, Sierra de Bejar y Candelario greets us on the start of a hair-raising drive through precipitous, twisting mountain roads little wider than the motorhome. The mid-morning Extremadura sun is like a hot summer’s day at home, and it’s time to break out the sleeveless T-shirts.
A sudden smell of burning – something to do with our brakes, which are being severely tested on the downhill stretches – fills me with terror, which in turn irritates the driver, but luckily a timely sighting of 16 black and griffon vultures all circling overhead together, along with a couple of ravens putting on a courtship display, takes our minds off our troubles.
As we descend, the pine forests give way to olive groves and all along the main road towards Cacares are storks nesting – and at one point, actually having sex – on top of telegraph poles and pylons.
A quick change of plan, when we mugged up on the bird life of the Monfrague national park, saw us turn back to a campsite just outside Malpartida de Plasencia, where our ACSI Camping Card secured us a discount on a very pleasant pitch complete with pool, restaurant, electric hook-up, laundry, and azure-winged magpies in the dog-walking field next door. At 5pm it was 23 degrees in the shade of our pitch.
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