Abades

A golden sun burst over the horizon and sent a warm glow rushing across the sea and illuminating the golf course beneath our windows. The Gorse Fox sat reading as the morning came to life. A stroll to the local shop for the daily paper and some provisions preceeded an full English breakfast.

We decided to head up the east coast a way. We usuall stop at El Medano, but this time carried on to Abades. This was not a specific target, just happened to be where we stopped. Abades looks as if it is a new purpose-built village. Down at the sea-front we parked up and started to walk along from one bay to the next. The bays were only a few tens of yards wide in some places as the sea penetrates between old lava flows.

As we walked, the scenery revealed wind sculpted rocks and tortured lava, small inlets where the sea lapped black sand, and forming a backdrop to it all the huge bulk of Mt Teide with its crown of whispy cloud. The place was deserted. The only sound was the lapping of the waves and the incessant buffeting of the wind.

This is the first time that we had visted this part of the coast, and it certainly deserves closer inspection... and maybe a return visit for some swimming.

Returning to the house (via the supermarket) we spent some time in the garden before cooking supper and settling in for the football.