Up the mountain

We are staying close to 'ski-central' at Monachil, which looks like a cute mountain town/village on Google Earth. It probably was once.

There's  only a scratching of snow at the very top of the Sierra Nevada. It's scruffy and uncared for, with ugly multi-story concrete complexes dotted close to the super-highway on the way up. The rubbish is widespread, including wind-blown plastic bags and redundant bits of cable car. As you can tell, it wasn't my favourite place.

In its favour, there was no wind and it was perfectly still and quiet - the sort of quiet you only get at the top of mountains. We were entertained by two duelling Black Redstarts for a while but birds were scarce. 

The stillness was the best part of this rather grubby and uncared for Sierra Nevada