Water Mill to Windy Plains

Departed the compact accommodation at Hotel Rural Molino del Batan, close to the town of Molina de Aragon. There seemed to be three or four men 'in charge' and when we arrived they only had eyes for the football on tv in the basement bar. They were so glued that the beers were shoved at us without payment. The wind got up and their washing was strewn all over the place. The room was rustic but compact. The bathroom challenge included towels like exfoliators. 

Breakfast included the Chinese Grand Prix on tv, and of course the serving men were glued - as we were. Lewis Hamilton won and maybe that's why we were offered more toast. All this seemed insignificant when soon after we watched the spectacle of a tiny Buzzard repeatedly mobbing a huge Golden Eagle.

The Football/Grandprix Hotel - Hotel Rural Molino del Batan

 Drove through patchwork country...

 ...heading south-west in strong winds...

...to Pedro Munoz and the Finca Mirador El Encinar de Haldudo

We seem to be the only two staying in the current residence which is entered through a very grand typically Spanish set of metal gates. When we returned from the local 'pub' the gates were closed. It felt like one of those 'my linguistic skills aren't going to manage this in a phone call or a return to the pub' moments. I fleetingly envisaged a night in the super bleeping vehicle. It probably doesn't allow all night sleeping. A shining knight appeared and saved us. Another happy ending.