The villas in Javea cling to the hillside. Architecturally they are more imaginative than those I have seen around Malaga.
A narrow road snakes steeply up through them to a ridge. There was no sign of habitation except by gardeners and builders. After climbing, rather slowly, for forty minutes I turned east along the ridge and came to the lighthouse.
A short journey considering it took Virginia Woolf’s characters about ten years to get to their lighthouse on Skye. My lighthouse is only 175 metres above sea level so I shouldn’t have been so puffed. There was a narrow track back down that hugged the contours making it partially a circular walk.
The most pleasing aspect of walking here is that so far every walk has started and finished at the Parador and they have taken about three hours – the time Robert spends at tennis school.
