Over the previous couple of days it had become more obvious that I was going to have to deal with a cracked tooth I’d picked up somewhere in the previous couple of weeks. I think a bit more had come off it, and it was pretty much at the point where it was grating really badly against my tongue. Something had to be done.
Anyway, it wouldn’t be a proper holiday for us without at least one of us needing to see a doctor, dentist, or other medical practitioner. Normally that’s me, but occasionally it’s someone else.
So I googled for dentists nearby and phoned one first thing in the morning to find out the sketch. The sketch was that they could see me at 10:30. The dentists surgery was down on the harbour at Sant Feliu and it was very nice inside, albeit well hidden behind a very non-medical looking door to what I think was a block of apartments. The dentist decided she needed to hack out a bit of tooth and then fill it. The whole thing was done in half an hour and it cost me less than it would to have the same procedure done at home. In fact, it was so little that it was below the excess on the insurance policy, so I just paid it and wandered off without waiting for much in the way of documentary evidence.
Because the plan for today said “Waterpark” I’d also scouted their website first thing. The Waterpark did good discounts on entry for people well organised enough to book online a day in advance, so I duly did that and then swapped round “Waterpark” and “dad’s going caching” around on the day planner.
Caching day then !
On the radar for this day was a long walk through woodlands up to a local viewpoint called Pedralta (“High Rock”) and then an equally long walk back down into Sant Feliu.
Kas dropped me off at the end of a new and quite plush looking housing estate on the west side of town, through the back of the golf course I’d crossed on my previous caching trip ( see Santa Cristina ). In fact, it probably dumbs the place down rather to refer to it as a housing estate. I’m going to change my mind and go for “collection of substantial residential properties” – seriously, I don’t think they have a lot of poverty in the area.
What they did have though was a lot of biting insects. Little scumbags. I got bitten twice while I was still switching the GPS on and finding a pen.
My walk took me through forested land in a downwards and then very steeply upwards direction, heading vaguely south and east. The caches were fairly close together for most of the way but they lacked hints and a few were well buried, so progress was a little slow. It was also very warm and the trees took away what little breeze there might have been. You get the picture. I was getting hot. Just as well I had an earth-shattering quantity of cold drinks in my bag then.
The objective of all this uphill walking was the Pedralta, which, according to wikipedia, used to be the largest rocking stone in Europe. What there is up there was a little chapel, a big rock balancing precariously on a somewhat smaller one, and a big plateau with a viewpoint, from which you can see most of the surrounding area. It was a pretty decent view from up there.
Where the walk up had been all through forests and on rough paths, the route down followed a tarmac road, which meant that the walking became somewhat easier. The caches were a little easier to find too. I made pretty good progress back down the hill and soon found myself by the side of the new dual carriageway running round the western side of Sant Feliu. From here I followed cycle paths and wide footpaths around to the harbour (collecting more caches as I went).
I eventually found myself at the old monastery in town (couldn’t find the cache there) and then found my way to the beach, where I found another cache and a place to buy ice cream.
There were two more caches at “our” end of the harbour that I grabbed on the way past and then walked back up the hill to rejoin the girls. The kids had decided they were having another “can’t be bothered” day, so the three of them had been at the apartment the whole time.
Tea for the evening consisted of a very welcome combination of pastas, sauces and beers.
By the end of the day I’d found 43 caches. They were :
- 1 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 2 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 3 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 4 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 5 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 6 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 7 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 8 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 9 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 10 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 11 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 12 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 13 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 14 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 15 – Verd fosc – Mega 2014
- 5 – Verd – Mega 2014
- 4 – Verd – Mega 2014
- 3 – Verd – Mega 2014
- 1 – Verd – Mega 2014
- RdP_SFG#1: SANT FELIU ALS PEUS
- RdP_SFG#2: VISTES A L’ARDENYA
- RdP_SFG#3: ELS ULTIMS HORTS
- RdP_SFG#4: RIERA DE SANT AMANC
- RdP_SFG#5: VISTES AL NORD
- RdP_SFG#6: RIERA DE LES COMES
- RdP_SFG#7: CAMI DELS ENAMORATS
- SANT FELIU DE GUIXOLS TORREFARRERA
- Palm Beach Sant Feliu
- PANORAMIC GUIXOLS