We had a coffee with our genial host, Jesus, and set of down the road into Llanes
for coffee and bacon and egg sandwich in a dark, narrow bar.
The fishing village of Llanes has a history going back to Paleolithic times,
and used to be an important administrative and military centre, financed by Indianos returning from the Americas.
From there we headed out for some more spectacular clifftop walks, this time in good
weather despite an initial hint of rain.
The way took us past an active monastery
and across a small beach, where we had a coffee at the beach cafe.
Then inland past several vast caravan parks and Poo railway station,
to a quieter inland route where we had picnic lunch in a shady spot.
We wound our way up and then through eucalyptus groves to a ruined monastery, and
then paddled in the sea before going on to the guest house we had booked.
The door was locked, but the friendly owner heard us trying to get in
and opened up for us. We had a nice little room with shower, and went to the village square for a cider,
poured from a great height in the traditional way,
followed by local delicacies - frittered beef covered in cheese and ham and chips for Angus!