What we were hoping for this evening was the silent wilderness of the
with its' winter nights punctuated by the calls of the wild wolves
and and the snorting and slavering of the wild bore.
It was too far to travel to in one day, so we'll winter camp there another time.
Instead we broke our rubber knecking at
GUARDA,
arriving well after dark and getting straight out for a walk.
It's old part isn't big, but it has been massively restored by Euro-millions.
A river moated bastion, once again on the Spanish border.
So, there was plenty for the blokes to squabble over while the women got on with the real work.