I’ve been dusting off my hiking boots, removing the cobwebs from the tip of my Leki stick after a summer of being chained to the desktop and heading up into the hills to get some pine scented air into my lungs.

Anaga MountainsEvery time I set off on a hike, I mutter about it being far too long since I last did it and vow to do it more often. For me, walking is one of the many great joys of living in Tenerife, I love it when I stand overlooking a barranco or a hidden hamlet and I know that if someone was blind-folded and dropped here by helicopter, never, in a million years would they guess they were on Tenerife.

The Anaga Mountains are like that; ancient peaks where the so called tourism boom is just a rumour, where there are people who still in caves and where there’s a group of houses set into a cliff face so precariously that if I wanted to drop in for tea, I’d have to bring that helicopter back and ask for a parachute.

Check out the website for a peek into the Anagas.