The day brought a cold wind.
The walk from Cuevas de Becerro was a pleasant start, as I dropped a long way into the village the previous evening, as when I rejoined the GR7 it dropped to meet the road I'd set off on.
After a bit of road walking it was pista to Serrato, followed by a steep road walk then across country in wilderness.
I met a man along the way who gave me an orange and offered me water. The country is dry with mountains in every direction.
The wind was so strong that there were few sheltered spots to take a break.
Villages are where water sources are, and I decided to stop at Ardales for the night.
I couldn't find any level sheltered sites to stealth camp, so found a hostal for the night.
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