Words by Anna Glowinski
Three winters ago, I decided to escape the gloomy British winter and spend the “worst” months in Andalucia, Spain. It was a great idea. As a freelance TV presenter and designer, with quiet months through the winter and overly hectic in the summer, it would give me a chance to relax in the warm weather and actually ride my bike (contrary to how it looks, filming about cycling requires a pitifully low amount of time on the bike). The idea was to hone my riding skills and recover my frazzled body, whilst keeping in touch with the working world via the internet. A short haul flight back to the UK meant that it could be done quickly and easily if a job came in at the last minute, and rent is incredibly cheap compared to what I am used to around me in London.
Southern Spain in the winter is simply perfect. The dry, dusty trails that traverse down mountains that jut almost directly out of the sea are bathed in almost constant good weather.