Its cold up on the high plains at this time of year, but, as Shakespeare might have said had he my way with words, the light absolutely blows your tits off!
These shots are of the Negratin Embalse, (that means reservoir for us Johnny Foreigners), which sits about 30 minutes South East of Huescar. Who needs a coastline? In early summer this heats up to bath like temperatures and knocks your average swimming pool into a cocked hat. They even let you swim without your pants, though I hasten to add that’s not something I will be doing myself. Most men already hate me for my chiselled jaw and thick silvery flowing locks….. a pantless Mr Shpics would simply rub salt into the wound.