The Lion Rock

Tomás turned up on time.

We drove for a long time, but eventually got there.

I have to admit that the rock does looks like one of our lions.

What do you think?

 

What worries me is the big stone that is supposed to be the lion’s head is resting precariously on a layer of gravel, which could give way any time.

On the way back we spotted the police checking other travellers.

We stopped and asked some monks what the problem was and were told that a new law had been passed prohibiting night travel without a high visibility vest.

We managed to sneak past in the shadows. Tomás dropped me of and hurried home before he would be missed.

Now where will I find a high visibility vest in my size?

 

Vera Cruz

Last night I met up with my lion friends again, after I discovered that Vera Cruz was blocked of for re-surfacing.

I wanted to know if they really were responsible for trashing the road surface.

But lo and behold, they had an alibi and insisted that even though they had a big grudge against the Mayor for retiring them early, vandalism was not the way to achieve a change of administration.

So, we got talking about the past instead. That is always interesting.

They told me they were modelled on a rock just outside of town called the Lion Rock.

I had never been that way before and did not know where it was exactly and how to get there and back while it was still dark.

Then I had an idea…

I would send a message to my friend Tomás down at the garden centre.

He has a horse and cart, and could pick me up at the corner of my street.