Once again I ran very late, finding no camping with either steep rock walls or villages surrounded by cultivated land. When I approached a steep ascent ahead, I pulled into a small field at the outskirts of a small village. It was surely private but there was no gate, and nobody to ask permission. At this time of the year, on a freezing cold dark evening, it was unlikely anybody would stop by and even if they did, I felt confident they wouldn't mind...