We spend the third night at the riding centre again and are already looking forward to the next day when we head to the beach. When we set off in the morning, the weather is still reasonably favourable. We ride through the hilly landscape with fields and mixed forests down to the plain. Here the route becomes faster and faster over perfect sandy paths through extensive autumnal deciduous forests and finally along the reed- covered banks of the River Ter to its delta. However, we save ourselves the view of the beach. By the time we reach the plain in the morning, Blas brings the forecast rain. Just in time for our lunch break, a strong wind sets in and we set off again in a hurry after half an hour. We trot and gallop the large apple orchards and the idyllic banks of the Terufer as quickly as possible. We are impressed by the horses' willingness to perform, and even after a good forty kilometres of riding, they are hardly tired. The ride resembles an endurance ride, or a riding day from "Catalonia at a gallop", a particularly fast-paced four-day programme for sporty riders. When we finally arrive at the hotel, we are completely soaked. At least I didn't pack any rain trousers for my holiday in Spain, and the softshell jacket is also soaked by the afternoon. Fortunately, the horses are housed under dense pine trees and, unlike in the south of Spain, the hotels in Catalonia have decent heating. The somewhat simpler hotel is known for its excellent paella, which we savour in the evening with the matching white wine. Later, in view of the wet clothes, we discuss an alternative programme, such as a trip to the beautiful city of Girona. In the morning it looks a little better and we decide to stick to the riding programme. However, we don't want to stop for lunch as more rain is expected. Paths become waterways which then fails to materialise. So today we take it easy on the horses and ride at a leisurely pace, first briefly to the beach, where interesting pointed rocks rise up, and then along the Ter inland again to a picturesque olive grove and vineyards. Now we head up into a nature reserve, an extensive pine forest. When we ride out on the other side at midday, the sun even accompanies us and we enjoy a lovely ride with some trotting and galloping to the coastal town of Escala. The horses are once again stabled in individual paddocks and can rest until the morning. Our driver Albert is waiting for us in a comfortable country hotel, a former mill, with a late but delicious lunch. The next morning, a highlight of the riding tour awaits us: the eight- kilometre-long sandy beach of Roses. First, we fight our way through horse-belly-deep water at the mouth of a small canal. There is no other access and the rain flooded everything. Due to the unusually stormy sea and the threatening rain clouds hanging inland, we ride along the beach at a walk. Normally there are long gallops here, but we've already had plenty of them. When we want to leave the beach, the horses have another unexpected Kneipp cure, as the sandy path inland resembles a water channel about forty centimetres high. After a happy splash, we follow another river into the hinterland. The rain clouds only touch us on the edge, and at lunchtime the sun briefly peeps through. This time Albert had put up an extra good rain cover between the trees. Finally, we head back into the hills through typical villages to our destination: two large, beautiful paddocks with a view of the Pyrenees. Here the horses enjoy their well-earned rest while we drive back to the riding centre, where we will spend the night twice more. The following day, the route takes us once again through oak and pine forests, through fields and beautiful villages. We follow the Río Fluvià. Its banks are lined with a maple forest, which shines in bright yellow, just like in Indian summer. 38