It helps to have a good head for heights and a stout pair of shoes, however. There were plenty of Dwarf Fan Palms which elsewhere in Spain have generally been cut down when small for their fleshy edibly stems.
We saw few species that we recognised from home, but plenty that seemed familiar. This looked like our Butchers' Broom with red berries on the 'leaves' or cladodes, and I think it's Spanish Butchers' Broom.
Nearby a Moorish gecko basked in the sun, motionless, as did a scary 'hopper which was the size of a man's finger.
I liked the various catchflies that we saw, tucked in the limestone crevices.
Back in the mountains, we followed the suggestions of John Butler's excellent Birdwatching on Spain's Southern Coast - a dam over a dry river seemed a waste of time and money, but provided a good habitat for the usual rock birds -Crag Martins and Blue Rock-Thrushes, Choughs and overflying raptors.
Nearby a lovely bit of habitat had almond trees covered in red-berried mistletoe - a strange sight indeed - and dotted around on the ground were some lovely toadflaxes.
The beautiful town of Ronda is built over an awe-inspiring gorge, with a stunning bridge spanning the gap.
This also played host to the usual suspects, with a sighting of just one Alpine Swift to remind me of the Folkestone visitor a couple of years ago. Choughs chuffed around below us.