|A simple site among pines|
|The unfrequented beach acroos the road from the site|
|Lovelly wooded site - a few low branch hazards however.|
|Why we do this....|
|The Sardinian cheese man! - a bit expensive, but delicious.|
The site attracts a mixture of people, hikers and cycle tourers in tents, youngish couples in campers, the usual grey-haired retirees in their gleaming white lump-sums on wheels, and at the moment, half a dozen Harley Davidson enthusiasts who rumble off early and roar back late. A couple of the camping chalets are occupied by a group of German girls, students maybe, who introduce a more youthful vibe to the place. We prefer places with a lively mix. I might even be persuaded to extend a welcome to Herr Lautmonoton, the most voluble of four Austrians parked next to us. HE TALKS VERY LOUDLY IN A STEADY MONOTONE FROM MORNING TO NIGHT. IT IS VERY TIRESOME!
|The road to Filitosa leads off towards the mountains - this is why we have ebikes..|
|designed for the arthritic but adventurous|
|The glorious valley of Filitosa|
The valley has been occupied since around 6000BC. The remains however date from the later Neolithic period, a series of burial chambers and standing stones erected by the same pan European culture responsible for Carnac and Avebury. What makes the stones at Filitosa unique is the fact that they are humanised with faces, helmets and daggers carved into the rock.
|The meaning of the stones remains mysterious|
|the symbolism of others is more obvious...|
|Filitosa means 'place of ferns', everyone I think needs to 'know where their fern is'.|
|Pete - in his 'happy place'.|
So we returned at sunset, three of the Frauleins from the site had turned out too.
|One of the sunset watching Frauleins|