Valor is a fabulous place. It sort of feels like the Bath of the Alpujarras. Whereas Lanjaron was the Swindon. Perched regally along a valley with fabulous views to the south. There is the heady scent of lemon blossom i think everywhere. I could happily stay here.
I can almost forgive the GR7 route for tempting my down into a succession of overgrown ravines with the promise of ancient iron-rich springs (undrinkable i think ) and a roman bridge (which was closed for repairs).
There was a perfectly good road following the contour lines all the way here. Mustn't grumble though. The weather is gorgeous... Off to Laroles. I don't want to go home.
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