Coming lunchtime and just what I am looking for:- water running from a plastic
pipe but with a drinking cup left beside the fuente de beber close to a crude
table and bench. No need for signs attesting to the water quality, the locals –
gente local, obviously use this spring. I unpack my bread, Mahou, sausage and
cheese (pan, cerveza, chorizo y manchego) and catch a large draft of clear, cold
spring water.
What a feast. A warbler sings a few phrases in the brush, but gives up. It is
siesta time… I stretch out on the table and …