The Squid and the Gin

Wednesday morning in the Picos dawned grey with low cloud over the hills. As we prepared to leave it started to lift and turned into a warm, sunny day. We each took different routes towards Santilla del Mar which is near the north coast in the Santander area. Wildlife was evident everywhere. Morna and Ross were held up by a belligerent bull in the road. John and Prue were ambushed by a couple of wolves!! Mark and Joce met some mountain goats (serves then right for going up mountains). There are birds of prey all over the place.
Our arrival at Santilla was reminiscent of Santiago, as once more the tourists were scattered by the big yellow beemer on the slippery cobbles. We rolled up at the door of the Parador, dead centre of the historic area of the town. This is a well preserved 15th century town but commercialised for tourists. John, the Rotational Guide ,gave 3 separate tours of the town.
Prue and Morna checked out the local cider (yuck) however they were the lucky ones! Those that decided on the squid cooked in its own ink sluiced down with some local bucketfuls of gin tended to suffer from various ailments the next day, however we finished the night in fairly disreputable fashion. The question is can Prue ever get enough tapas?