In the valley

Yesterday we went to Huesca to see some friends. It was dry and windy. You could see the snow on the nearby Sierra de Guara, but not in Huesca itself; it is only November after all!
After dinner we went for a long blowy walk from the city, under the motorway to the chapel of Loreto, dedicated to the parents of St Lawrence, the local saint who was a deacon in Rome, executed by a vindictive prefect, roasted on a griddle....in the 3rd century. The parents were called Orencio and Paciencia, apparently. Saints, of course.
Well anyway, the chapel isn't very exciting on the outside, but it was a lovely walk, and just after we started back towards Huesca we saw these olives.

Just turning from olive green towards black, they were beautiful!

I'm not a great eater of olives, but in my house only Aragonese olives are eaten, usually bitter, black wrinkly ones. 

El Salto de Roldán

Yesterday we drove to Huesca, to visit some friends. It was a beautiful sunny morning; until we approached Huesca, where it was like driving into a grey blanket. Nasty thick, wet fog. Typical of Huesca and Zaragoza. People often say to me: "Like in London, isn't it?" and I have to reply that I've never seen fog in England like we get here, London fog being a thing of the past.

Anyway, it cleared up during the day. In the afternoon we went with our friends to the "Salto de Roldán", a rock formation a short drive from the city. (short but very winding and narrow).I's the Sierra de Guara in the pre-Pyrenees, vertical columns of red-gold rock towering above the planes of the Hoya de Huesca. As in Cataluña a few weeks back, we could look out over the fog in the valley. On some distant ridges you could see windmills standing just clear of the fog. Geat crowds of raucus black birds which I think were jackdaws on the cliffs above us.
Spectacular.