As I hoped, the weather is clear and sunny when we arrive at the top of the teleferique. Inspired to paint Alpine choughs, I Work on a large sketch of Aguas de Tajahierro, a peak these birds seem drawn to. In the sharp autumn sunlight Tajahierro is a very different mountain from the misty spectre of just the other day. Light defines its solid bulk, an earthy ochre block that stands apart from the other mountains circling the hoyo. Minarets of twisted gothic spires add depth and intrigue to the cliff face as more and more are made apparent by the black choughs shuttling back and forth between them.Whilst painting, snow finches whoosh past, Shenaz draws a young rebeco through scope and is interrupted by a snow vole. Return the long way over Puertos Aliva, a pleasant walk through an open tundra like plain. Here we pass chalet real, a tin roofed hunting lodge once used by the Spanish royal family. Now rebecos relax unchallenged around its deserted walls.
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