Again we headed towards Chirivel, this time via the Oria road. the sky was clear but there was a cool wind we could see snow on the Sierra de Baza.
On the motorway at Chirivel turning off at the the layby at Ciruelo, we followed the Hash signs a short distance to Cortijo Alto, a group of old farmhouses, one belonging to our hosts and hares for today.
Up through a pine wood, where the only sounds were of us walkers chatting, until the sheer beauty of the sights around us caused an outburst of “the hills are alive” from a romantic soul, which in turn brought on a spontaneous round of “When I fall in love”. Those responsible, including me, were duly punished later, where we quite happily gave another rendition.
The On-after was excellent.