…but you cannot make it cross over.
After a ten kilometre expedition to the supermarket in Vilajoiosa, the beach, and most of the way home, the donks came to a halt at the river crossing of the Riu Anxero, and refused it. Hey, big deal, girls, two inches of slow running water…
So I thought I would go through the river and just sit and wait, have a beer, take some photos and they will think it through, then come through the river and join me. No chance. Shortly after I took this photo, Matilde turned around and bolted with Rubi tied onto the pack saddle being dragged back up the hill we had just come down. I ran after them, headed them off on a hairpin bend and chased them back down to the river again. After giving Matilde a good whack on the behind, she jumped across the river with great leaping splashes, turning the paddling through two inches of water into the drama of the year. Good grief. And I hope to walk the Camino de Santiago with these creatures next year…?
At the beach in Vilajoiosa two of my Year 7 girls spotted me and came over to see the donkeys. They were thrilled. I have heard that the inevitable has now happened, and the children in school have nicknamed me ‘Mister Burro’. Well, I have been called worse.
My return trip to Vilajoiosa took most of the day and it was pretty hot. On a practical level, if I had gone in by bicycle to get my supermarket shopping, it would have been a one and a half hour trip. With the donks, I left at ten thirty and returned at four o’clock! Nice walk though. And apart from the farce at the river crossing, the donks are learning to do camino. They are keeping up a good steady pace now.