Ray comes calling for a good dinner

The roads that snakes down to the sea from the escarpment 3,000ft above the Valle Gran Rey in La Gomera, Canary Islands, is already dramatic, with curves, hairpin bends and breathtaking drops all the way.

Nowadays, the surface is as good as any road in Ireland — better than any in West Cork — and barriers strong enough to precludes the possibility of a truck ‘going over the edge’.

However, as I drove across the island from the ferry the other day, I noticed that on one particular ‘curva’ one might worry more about something falling upon one from above than missing the corner and falling from above oneself.