Gaucín

The Bank Holiday dawned bright, sunny and very warm. So after a gentle start, we drove off into the hills towards the white town of Gaucín.

Nestled among the tops of the high hills, some 40 km from home, this maze of narrow, winding streets has remained more or less unaltered for years.

We found a little bar serving lunch (amazingly most places remained closed as usual for a Monday despite the holiday) and were greeted on entering by two former colleagues from EIC.

Small world. Big lunch.