The Barranco de Las Negras is the only one here that has fresh water trickling down it. Although most of the spring wild flowers have now disappeared oleander bushes are in bud and beginning to flower.
Grasses near the water were swaying in the breeze, looking quite dramatic against the deep blue sky.
The barranco widens into a little valley which was once farmed and the path crosses the stream by this gnarled, old fig tree.
Here is Manfred’s quaint little stone cottage with flowering, aloe vera plants in the foreground.
His ginger tom was sunning himself on the wall.
We were told to turn left at the cottage and climb. Here is the view looking back down.
We reached this ravine. After we climbed to the ridge we realised we had come the wrong way and had to turn back. We think we should have kept more to the left but we were out for 4 hours and the scenery is spectacular so the walk was worth doing. Bornos will have to wait for another day.