We woke up at the foot of Castledonovan Castle, with the tower watching over our sleep like a stone guardian. The site was so peaceful that it seemed invented for us. Daddy Edu, delighted, put it on Park4Night so that other travelers can discover this magical corner. I sniffed the damp herbs, marked a couple of bushes (a matter of protocol) and felt that we were starting the day like real canine nobles.

We left around noon and hit the road. Three quarters of an hour later we arrived at Baltimore Beacon, or as they call it in Spanish, the Baliza de Baltimore. We parked and walked to the top. The trail was beautiful, with the sea unfolding in a thousand shades of blue and the green hills behind. The beacon, a white obelisk that looks like a giant ice cream cone planted on high, was built in the nineteenth century as a signal for ships. From up there one feels like the owner of the horizon; I imagined myself barking orders at all the ships in the Atlantic.

We went back to the car and continued to Carrigillihy Bay Beach. We didn't go down to the beach, but parked with perfect views of the bay. The salty air filled my nose while Daddy Edu cooked his food in the camper. Afterwards he enjoyed it at a picnic table, with the sea in the background and me watching in case a little piece fell.

Then we followed the route by car, more or less clinging to the coast. It was an hour of changing landscapes, cliffs, meadows and villages that seemed hidden from the world. Finally we found a place to sleep, between the road —almost without traffic— and the Arigideen River estuary. The wind blows strongly, and seems to grow little by little, but the place has something special, with the feeling of being in the middle of everything and nothing.

Here we stayed to spend the night, with the camper withstanding the onslaught of the wind like a ship stranded on dry land. Outside nature roars, but inside we are together, warm and ready for another doggy adventure.