Aguas Verdes is literally “at the end of the world”. Beyond Llanos de la Conception, a narrow road leads along a dry barranco to a couple of weekend houses and the holiday club on the west coast.There are no restaurants, no shops, no nightlife here. Nothing but endless distance and solitude, unspoilt nature, steep cliffs in the waves of the Atlantic, gentle or violent depending on the weather. As impressive a sight as ever: the remains of the wreck of the JUCAR, booming hollowly as the waves hit it.