I slept really well and didn't wake up once until the sun woke me at 06.30.  Right away  the noise was horrendous as the trees around my riverbank campsite swayed violently in the wind. It was blowing a gale and there was no way physically of leaving here today. I was stranded.

During the morning I went for a short walk in the wooded riverbank and came to an abandoned house that look like it had been a parador (roadhouse) as it had a main large room serving as a restaurant,  a kitchen and two rest rooms. All fittings had long been ripped out and the floors were strewn with old bottles and rubbish. The lee side had a garden also strewn with rubbish, but a stop here must've been an oasis in its day. Between the derelict building and the river were a couple of small fields enclose in tall popular trees providing a warm micro climate where horses may have been rested and pastured.

Back at my camp as the wind got even stronger, I was worried that a large branch might break and fall on me, so I quickly packed and moved camp to underneath the bridge where its safe and more sheltered from the wind. 

During the afternoon I got quite a few chapters of my book read: A Soldier Returns by a little known author from the Northwest of England called Melvyn Bragg. Usually on a bike tour I don't have much time to read but the reading was welcome. 

The view from my revised campsite is better as I can see across the river where about six horses are grazing seemingly uneffected by the strong wind. Later they are shuffling around.

All day I saw but didn't hear only five cars pass. The low number likely because of the high wind. There were no motorcycles nor trucks. The solitude was complete.