MAD GOATS AND ENGLISHMEN

Sat on top of El Torreon,1654m. It's the biggest thing in Cadiz province, towering over Ben Nevis, but it's dwarfed by the Sierra Nevada just along the coast. Views ridiculous. No clouds at all in a deep blue sky, except a thin line south on the horizon, maybe over the Rif in Morocco. Fairly sure that's the sea a good 50km away. That looks like a snow capped Monachil over towards Granada, but it's some crazy distance away, so hard to see through the hazy blur. There's Lagarin, felt big when I was up her, but she looks kinda small down there in the valley.

Doesn't help when you clamber up to the top and find load of german pensioners eating lunch! I get out my biscottes, pate and plastic knife, and pretty soon it's just me, my camera and the big view. The one thing I forgot? Sun cream. My face is starting to feel it already, despite hiding under a baseball cap.

Walking down to a random selection of sexually oriented Jimi, Bon Iver, Queen, Arcade Fire, Human League and FOLKDISCO songs through my oversize TDKs. Less steep going down, and you know where the end is.

Question... Do mad dogs climb mountains in the midday sun, or is it just englishmen, germans and the odd goat?