So it transpired that the heavy cold I had been brewing was none other than our old adversary Covid-19, which does rather explain the overwhelmingly fatigue I had felt on yesterday’s hike. (And yes, I do carry a self-test with me at all times).

Today’s posts, therefore, are rather different. It’s a Spa Day for John Rose who aims to get his nails done, and a sleep and rest day for me.

But first, to the tail end of yesterday evening where we watched the local lads attempt to travel ten-up in the back of a pick up. Two fell off. Alcohol was involved. The most legless of the lot resisted his friends’ attempts to lever him back but eventually by some deviousness or other they managed it. Given he was one of the tumblers, it will not just be his head that hurts this morning.

We had also been informed as a ‘top tip’ by the woman who showed us to our room, that the local clientele sometimes mistook our room for the bar’s toilet and consequently we should always lock the door.

So ironically, on the only night during our trip that we were sharing a room, Rose, myself and Covid-19 were all locked in, together with smelly walking boots and socks. The boots and socks went outside on the windowsill, which did not really solve the problem since we were trying to maximise the room ventilation to keep Covid on my side of the room.

With windows open and a light breeze blowing we were frequently joined by the evidence of our malodorous companions’ existence. Let us just say that we have had better nights’ sleep.

But the sunset was lovely.