The cement road gives way to good quality dirt track and I gradually climbed away from the sub-tropical area and back into the land of olives, almonds and vines. I came to an olive tree which has a lovely seat shape where I always stop to sit in the shade. Soon after this I could see Competa in the distance. It is a bigger, much busier white town, which now home to a lot of English people. After going past a farm with a herd of goats who look better than they smell I could see the end in sight as Corumbela appeared in sight. It has a 14th century miniaret dating back to the centuries when Axarquia was ruled by the Moors. Then I came to a beautiful picnic area which was created about a year ago. It is called "the three fountains" after the fountains which burst from the hillside. It is beautifully paved and has benches and tables where I sat and admired the views while I ate my sandwiches. So far I have never met anyone using this spot, but then I have not met any other walkers on the route yet!

When I finally arrived at the tarmac road by-passing Corumbela I decided I felt perfectly fit enough to continue on to my home in Daimalos and once again think how lucky I am. I have had a beautiful walk, which was stretching but not too hard. Five years ago, when I was working in the city in London, I would have struggled to walk just to part of it. The views are simply unbelievable and even after five years I still marvel at them

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