In between the Picos Mountains and The Pyrenees in the north of Spain lies a beautiful wooded valley with steep weathered cliffs. It is here that the Rio Ebro starts its journey of over 500 miles to the Mediterranean, carving its way through the rocks and sweeping across many valleys on its journey east to the sea.

Here in amongst the Ebro’s valley, we run an adventure that travels along the many tracks that wind their way through and across this landscape of ancient Oak forest and high mountain pastures. The history here starts from the depths of our ancestors, from a time when they lived in the many caves naturally hewn by Mother Nature in the limestone rocks. The Romans left their mark here too as well as the Moors from North Africa who found the mountains to the north an insurmountable barrier to their conquest.

This picture of two of the Impala support cars (my blue Range Rover and Johnny Dover’s blue Land Rover 90) was taken during the reconnaissance for the adventure under blue skies and a surprisingly warm winter’s sun. It is January and already the forests and valleys were showing a sign that spring is not that very far away. During our stop six Griffon Vultures soared very close overhead but had disappeared over the hill before I could take a picture! I will just have to go back and try a technique that I was told about by a friend in the south of Spain. “Lie on your back and keep still and they will come close, very close, just to see if you are dead, you’d better not fall asleep though…!”