The second stop on our travels along the north coast of Spain was at Cudillero, a pretty fishing village nestling in the cliffs with it's own tiny port. On our first sortie to town on our bikes, trying to follow the instructions from the camp, we met an old man who showed us the way to the cemetery from which we had a fantastic view of the port. From there we realised we would only be able to cycle down if we went down the main road as we were looking at a very steep drop. The main road was surprisingly long and hilly and we were dreading the return as would have had to push the bikes all the way back!
This is a 'horreo' a traditional granary in the Asturias region. Almost every house in the countryside has one in the garden, some of which have been converted for storage or even spare bedrooms. This particular one was a rather older version that I could see as we sipped our coffee in a little bar not far from the cemetery.
When we eventually arrived at the village we had a good look around before deciding where to have our lunch as there were lots of restaurants and cafés around the main port area. We had a delicious lunch of squid, octopus, fresh fish and paella and this is the view from our table which I was able to sketch between courses.
After lunch we had a rest before tackling the return journey as we had decided to go up the short way through the town straight to the cemetery. The road was very steep and the locals were sitting outside their doors or leaning over their walls, encouraging us as we sweated and pushed our heavy bikes in the hot sun. We made it though and were very pleased as it was a lot safer than trying to go up the road, which was a much longer distance.
I've decided to add this photo to give you an idea of the view from the cemetery, zoomed in so you can see what a pretty place it is and how steep the hill is!
The little bar by the cemetery became one of our stopping places each time we visited the town and we tried the local cider there one day. Asturias is renowned for it's cider and the special way it is poured by the waiter, a little at a time to keep it fresh and cool.
We had another meal at the same restaurant as we had enjoyed the first one so much, but this time the weather was a bit cooler so we sat inside with the locals, some of whom were having a sing song, I only remembered that I could have taken a video on my new camera when it was too late and they were leaving. The local dish, 'Fabada' is a stew of beans and sausages which was perfect to warm us up before tackling the climb back up the hill, although we had by this time realised it was best to leave the bikes by the bar at the top!