Saturday 10th and Sunday 11th May 2025
Saturday:
We arrived at Cudillero around lunch time and parked on the harbour motorhome park.
After we had been there a little while, we noticed a large number of coaches (at least 30) coming down the hill towards the town, preceded by a police motorcyclist with blue lights on. We could not see if there were people on-board many of them, but some were definitely empty.
As we ate our lunch, we saw some of these coaches leave with a full load of passengers, so after finishing eating, we walked towards the village, to find two large tents on the harbour car park, one of which was housing a concert and the other appeared to be a pop-up pub.
The concert was a live performance by a Spanish singer, some backing singers and a backing group with very loud suits, but I think we may have missed the main event, perhaps a traditional dance competition?
There were also some market stalls and some women in traditional costume. We saw others in costume boarding one of the coaches.
About this time, it started to rain. And rain it did, in Biblical torrents, without relief, so we retreated back to the van, where we remained for the rest of Saturday, drying out and staying warm at least.
Sunday:
With the promise (according to the weather forecast) of less Biblical amounts of rainfall, we ventured forth again to the town, having decided to stay a further night, given that we had not seen much so far. Cudillero is a very pretty fishing port, sited in a cove, tucked in between coastal hills.
We had not been there long before it began raining again, much as the day before, so we found a place to have some lunch and watched through a window as it continued to pour down.
There are many restaurants and the usual crop of souvenir shops, but it doesn’t detract from the beauty of the place, even in the rain. There were brief let-ups in the precipitation, which tempted us to venture forth and explore, just long enough to gain our confidence, before soaking us again.
Up above the main street, there are old houses, one of which is being used to dry fish:
At the end of the 19th century, the river which ran through the town was diverted through the hill, with a 300 metre-long tunnel. This is lit, so you can walk through. Despite all the rainfall, the paths on each side of the stream were dry (a bit damp in places). Not much to look at when you get through, but you can return through the town. We came back through the tunnel.
We walked up to the lighthouse which gave us views over beyond the headland:
When we eventually retreated back to Fufu for a cup of tea, the tide had come in and with strong winds, waves were crashing over the end of the harbour wall, landing on our roof, so we moved to the more sheltered end of the row, where is was still windy, but drier.
The waves and the lighting were spectacular:
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That is it for today. See u Later, TTFN.
"See-u-Later" 