Having bid farewell to Bill and Steve, we reluctantly  started our journey westwards towards Bilbao and the ferry home. We had time for one last climbing stopover to break the journey, and happily Keefe and Tansy were staying in Rodellar – not much there for someone nursing a poorly finger, so we arranged to meet at Alquezar. 

We were too busy climbing to take any pictures, oops, so you’ll have to check back to this time in 2014 for a shot of the crag. Suffice to say that Helen ramped up her recovery by seconding some slabby routes including a 6a, whilst Keefe and I found some steep, featured, occasionally loose and seriously under-graded routes around the corner. All very engaging and we climbed into the dusk before savouring a beer in the very comfortable refugio overlooking the crag. 

We couldn’t contemplate lasting out until 8.30 when they started doing food, so set out to explore the town. A cosy looking restaurant doing a  €14 menu del dia and serving at 7.30 fitted the bill, but still left another half hour to kill. Heading out for a further wander, rather than tucking into more beer, we were rewarded by the stunning sight of the super-moon rising over the hilltop fortifications above the village. 

…. followed by some pretty decent nosh.