Actually, yesterday’s gorge walk bore not the slightest similarity to the Australian horror film called “Wolf Creek”. Indeed, it was a pleasant walk from the pretty white village of Frigiliana, up in the mountains, down to Nerja by the sea (where we are staying). We walked over heart-shaped rocks on the riverbed and clambered up higher paths to avoid the larger boulders and the dangerous outcrops of rocks that would carry a waterfall in the wet season; and we didn’t meet any murderous madmen – just a concerned Dutch couple who warned that Chris and Geoff wouldn’t be able to go on or get back if they continued their course down the rocky gorge.

Down on the road running along the edge of the lower part of the riverbed we reached an almond grove, and we were admiring the vine-covered entrance when a ferocious dog appeared from behind the gate and barked menacingly at us.

“Woof Creek” said my husband with a smile.

I laughed whilst Geoff looked a bit nonplussed – my brother-in-law may not have heard of “Wolf Creek”, or simply, he may not have heard at all  as he is a tad deaf!  Meanwhile the chihuahua continued to bark until we were out of sight!