The second day across Spain saw more expanses of cultivation and hot weather relieved by higher altitudes. Another good day that ended at the best Paradore of all at Lerma, a 15th century castle that sits right in the middle of the town at the top of a hill with a stunning surrounding view. One such view, from my balcony, is shown. We had been recommended to eat in as the food was good and how true that was, after a couple of drinks in the old town. As the evening drew on, more and more bikes arrived, converging on the ferry at Santander the next day.
This was when Mark's van came into its own, as we met a chap from an adjacent Chapter who had a broken shock absorber because of the bad roads. Mark offered to load the bike and take it as far as the ferry the next day.
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