Our campsite near Miranda del Castanar was set amongst ancient woodland [mostly oaks - the pigs like eating the acorns], absolutely beautiful and there was only us on it! But there's always a fly in the ointment and, in this case, there were about three million and they were all over us! We were ok once the sun went down and when we had breakfast next morning. We walked into Miranda del Castanar in the early evening, much less touristy than La Alberca, and had a beer at the local bar. Lots of the older Spanish sitting out playing cards and chatting - very few in the bar watching TV. Come to think of it, we haven't bothered at all with out Sat TV for the past two weeks and haven't caught up with any news. Are we relaxing at long last?
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