Map summary and Spanish AirBnB accommodation

Monday is spent wet weather bound in a mountain retreat with all mod-cons. A home better by far than our own modest semi-detached. The place is superbly fitted out - so much so that several ideas may well become features to do next on the wish list.
An attempt to explore was cut short once the rain set in, and forced us to up the hood.  Tomorrows forecast is a brighter prospect, before the sail home on the Pont Aven.

Our three "AirBnB" stop-overs in Northern Spain:-

    Week 1:  https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/19859930?s=51 

   Week 2:  https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/17764138?s=51

Week 3:  https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/660185?s=51 

Route Map westbound outwards:

Note that the journeys were driven over two days - broken at stops one and three respectively

Route Map  eastbound homewards:

South of Oviero

After seven glorious days in Burgueira near Baiona we hide away in one little hamlet south of Oviero.  The motorway driving and fast red road on our map was not the most direct route. About four and a half hours and 290 miles. Passing by Ourense, Ponferrada, Astorga and Leon, then northwards towards Oviedo.
Hiding away in our retreat,  a self contained chalet next to the landowner's home brewery and cider orchard. The house cow bell rings away down the hill and the Morgan is covered against overnight rain.
Saturday sets in damp and becomes wetter during the day. A round tour of villages begins with the hood down.  A late lunch of delicious chicken, three course meal was taken at a busy roadside cafe. The bar and windows and ceiling joists feature ancient, weather warn timbers and supporting pillars of up-cycled pegollos.  The rain tipped down as our pootle along discovered steep sided valleys and mist veiled hills that melted into pale grey skies.
Through Argame we went, then Fuejos, Proaza, Arrojo,  Barzana, Piedraceda, and many such villages with their Horrios perched awry. Aged timbers shade ancient implements, carts, assortments of  a rural nature, or wood stacks for  fuelling the warm blue smoke that drifts aloft.  Ours is 200 years old, built without nails and beneath it is a useful car-port should we need it.

As forecast, the weekend is wet, so we venture into the hills armed with brolly and camera for a second day of dampness.

Fresh from the garden

Ready to go

Hay cart

 The horrio is more than just a shed

A time capsule

The open  laundry wash space next to the Rio Trubia and Puente Medieval  (bridge)

The road here is none too good

Adios Oia

Sorry to leave this glorious part of Spain and balmy weather today; we are headed towards Oviedo where the forecast is a chilly prospect of thunderstorms and single figure temps.

Baiona

Oia

A Granite shoreline south of Baiona  

An exceptional Parador and another Roman Bridge

One day left of our stay close to the border with Northern Portugal.
Quite warm with an exciting drive to Baiona along hilltops within sight of the Atlantic. There is another beautiful Roman bridge, the Ponte da Ramallosa to cross as well at this historic port founded in 140 B.C.
The Parador of Baiona Pontevedra is one of  many such Paradores in Spain (hotels with a historical and architectural value), a well-preserved ashlar building. Finely cut granite, tall interior and an elegant balustraded stairway of granite. Surrounded by a  castellated stone wall, sitting on a peninsula promentary that commands views out across open ocean, the old hotel and restaurant also overlooks the Rias Baixas and the Cies Islands. Here may be sampled the exemplary opulence and outstanding service. The coffee and croissants are good too.

Historic Roman bridge

Parador Hotel

The harbourfront

Built in the twelfth centuary

Hairpins through Eucalyptus groves to Atlantic harbours

We stay closer to the sea and our B&B. today.
Returning to the A Garda site (350 meters above sea level) , we enjoyed lunch in the cafeteria overlooking the Atlantic harbour. Watched from here the working fleet of small fishing boats returns in the afternoon ahead of a strengthening breeze.
Several coach loads of tourists descend on this honey pot location. Few of them seem to have a moment to spare to wander through the Celtic stone circle huts. One coach is taking passengers from a cruise liner and we chat with some Americans on a seventeen day cruise. Another planned port of call is Southampton and their coach ride to Stonehenge.

Taking the Morgan to the waters edge  of the harbour  later was nerve racking through streets too narrow for comfort,  but a leisurely stroll about here is worth the trouble nonetheless.

The harbour at A Garda

Very narrow streets lead here

Perched on top of the conical hill is the Celtic village we journeyed here to see

A few miles north up the coast lies a tiny natural harbour and the village of Chavella.
MONASTERIO DE OIA is situated here adjacent to sea front and in need of restoration. "Ripe for  improvement" would be my description. There are plans afoot to develop the site and  the buildings.