This morning I woke to the patter of rain on the tent. Not being in any particular rush I made a brew and some porridge from the comfort of my sleeping bag and waited for it to ease off. I managed to get out the tent and cycling along the coast road by 11am. I stopped at a nice little town, Comillas, to pick up some food and had a coffee. The next section of road was closed for bridge repairs and there was a huge diversion. I managed to cut a bit off by climbing up a steep farm road then dropping down a wooded valley. It's all quite green here and I could easily still be riding through Devon, if I wasn't on the "wrong" side of the road. A quick sandwich stop by the harbour in San Vincente then I left the coast behind and headed for the cloud capped mountains. The last hour saw more heavy showers but the scenery made up for it - following a road up a gorge cut deep into the rocks. Strangely, even though I was going upstream, the road seemed to be gently downhill. Found the campsite, which was marked on both maps and in the Cicerone guide so I was fairly confident it would exist. Not a bad spot, has music in the toilet blocks - playing Robert Miles when I turned up, but by shower time it was more "Now that's what I call Oboe". Stocked up with yet more food, possible wild camp in mountains tomorrow and I don't want to starve :-)