You'll not be able to buy the necessary baby shrimps in the UK I'm afraid - not legal.
Jane & Rog Plod to Portugal
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We had a reasonably long drive this morning, aware that Spain is very wide and we need to move east.
We drove along the A-7 from Motril until well past Almeria. I’d worried about missing all this coastline out, but I needn’t have worried, as it’s been totally wrecked (aesthetically) by agriculture. Apparently farmers started experimenting with adding layers of sand and mulch to soil along with a covering of plastic in the 1950s and 1960s, initially to protect the soil and plants from damaging winds and salty groundwater. They soon realized that crops grown under plastic were far more productive than outdoor counterparts because soils stayed warmer and retained extra moisture.
But it looks like this.
And this is a NASA satellite image.
Our campsite is by the same small chain as the aire in Ronda, so we knew we’d like it. It’s in Agua Armarga, a small beach town just north of the Cabo de Gata.
We got a good spot by the cliffs and had lunch, before I made ratatouille ready for dinner, and cleaned Denby inside and out (including windscreen!).
When it got a bit cooler, we set out to walk over the headland to the next beach. We chose the top route for the better views, including this one back onto the town.
But as we started to do down towards Cala de Enmedio, the path became really steep and rocky with loose stones. I got super nervous about re-twisting my ankle, given the fibula is still in two pieces and hasn’t fused after I broke it in Germany.
Rog had to help me down the path like an old lady - which I suppose I am.
Path down from the top of this hill
The beach was worth it for Flynn though, who luckily didn’t notice the naturists and their dangly bits, as there was sea! Sea! Sea!
Fortunately, it turned out there was a longer but much less precipitous path back to town, so we took that one, and the ankle returned intact. Well, not intact, but you know what I mean.
An ice-cream was permitted as a reward - nata for me & Flynn, chocolate orange for Rog.
Back at camp we showered & then sat with a G&T and calculated that it was a fuckton of kilometres to home & our tunnel was booked for Nov 5th - so we rebooked it for the 16th to give us a bit more time. Total cost £3, can’t complain.
Dinner was ratatouille (see earlier), warm potato salad with olives & olive oil (Spanish from the olive grove we camped in, amazing) and grilled red mullet.
Except…
As the mullet was grilling, an evil cat slipped round the back of Denby, and Flynn launched himself at it, furiously. His rope took down the barbecue and spilled the fish on the gravel. It wasn’t even properly cooked.
Rog had to be restrained from dogicide. We were both quite cross.
Dinner was ratatouille and luke-warm potato salad with olives & olive oil. We’re going to bed hungry.
We drove along the A-7 from Motril until well past Almeria. I’d worried about missing all this coastline out, but I needn’t have worried, as it’s been totally wrecked (aesthetically) by agriculture. Apparently farmers started experimenting with adding layers of sand and mulch to soil along with a covering of plastic in the 1950s and 1960s, initially to protect the soil and plants from damaging winds and salty groundwater. They soon realized that crops grown under plastic were far more productive than outdoor counterparts because soils stayed warmer and retained extra moisture.
But it looks like this.
And this is a NASA satellite image.
Our campsite is by the same small chain as the aire in Ronda, so we knew we’d like it. It’s in Agua Armarga, a small beach town just north of the Cabo de Gata.
We got a good spot by the cliffs and had lunch, before I made ratatouille ready for dinner, and cleaned Denby inside and out (including windscreen!).
When it got a bit cooler, we set out to walk over the headland to the next beach. We chose the top route for the better views, including this one back onto the town.
But as we started to do down towards Cala de Enmedio, the path became really steep and rocky with loose stones. I got super nervous about re-twisting my ankle, given the fibula is still in two pieces and hasn’t fused after I broke it in Germany.
Rog had to help me down the path like an old lady - which I suppose I am.
Path down from the top of this hill
The beach was worth it for Flynn though, who luckily didn’t notice the naturists and their dangly bits, as there was sea! Sea! Sea!
Fortunately, it turned out there was a longer but much less precipitous path back to town, so we took that one, and the ankle returned intact. Well, not intact, but you know what I mean.
An ice-cream was permitted as a reward - nata for me & Flynn, chocolate orange for Rog.
Back at camp we showered & then sat with a G&T and calculated that it was a fuckton of kilometres to home & our tunnel was booked for Nov 5th - so we rebooked it for the 16th to give us a bit more time. Total cost £3, can’t complain.
Dinner was ratatouille (see earlier), warm potato salad with olives & olive oil (Spanish from the olive grove we camped in, amazing) and grilled red mullet.
Except…
As the mullet was grilling, an evil cat slipped round the back of Denby, and Flynn launched himself at it, furiously. His rope took down the barbecue and spilled the fish on the gravel. It wasn’t even properly cooked.
Rog had to be restrained from dogicide. We were both quite cross.
Dinner was ratatouille and luke-warm potato salad with olives & olive oil. We’re going to bed hungry.
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Just a tip if you really want to see the Alhambra at short notice, we booked and where lucky to get a slot 2/3 weeks ahead, my sister in law from the USA and her husband did not, however they found out that you could become a “friend” of the Alhambra which gives you unlimited access at all times, it’s only money so they just got out their card and problem solved
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Not had a map for a while, so here’s our raggedy stops in Spain so far.
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Had a work colleague who bought a place in Orgiva. Not seen him for years so don't know if he still has it.
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Apparently it’s the main town in Chris Stewart’s book, which I read ages ago.
Driving Over Lemons: An Optimist in Andalucía
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I’m not surprised Flynn was in the dog house. We try to give Nala a long lead when we’re parked up but she loves winding it around the table legs 
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After seeing some of the things that you are prepared to eat I thought that a little bit of gravel on the mullet would not have worried you. We have a five second rule when using the barbecue. If it hits the floor and you can retrieve it within five seconds it’s still good to eat.
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Yeah, I think the long lead is the problem. It’s nice that he can move into the shade and so on, but the demise of dinnee is a bit much!I’m not surprised Flynn was in the dog house. We try to give Nala a long lead when we’re parked up but she loves winding it around the table legs
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The problem was that the fish wasn’t cooked. Rog did actually eat some but the gravel / raw combo was not for me. Flynn will get mine for his breakfast.
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You got away lightly. Lola did the same and snapped the awning legs chasing el gato's, Must be the GWP gene!
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Fond memories of Periana and the railway trail, is the old loco still at the top of the line, Mental De Zaffaraya I think?
Carzola park is an amazing place if you get time to visit, scenic walks, wildlife, we did a particularly good walk via Cascada de la Osera up to Embalse del Aguascebas, the trail went through an aqueduct inside the mountain.
Carzola park is an amazing place if you get time to visit, scenic walks, wildlife, we did a particularly good walk via Cascada de la Osera up to Embalse del Aguascebas, the trail went through an aqueduct inside the mountain.
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I’m in total agreement with that!
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Thanks very much for the suggestions- en route now but will take a look!
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Healing crystals
We’ve mentally turned towards home. Of course we physically turned towards home in Portugal but last night (actually day before last as I had trouble posting this) we calculated the mileage to Calais and days to our Shuttle booking. We never really planned to be on the current 5th November crossing but by now it would have been far from a leisurely trip back. Who knew Spain and France were so big? We pushed back to the 16th after which we have to be back in Blighty anyway. It does make the trip back somewhat leisurely but even this means we need to move a little more quickly.
So today was a driving day. We also did some touristing: the world’s second biggest geode - or biggest if you, like the BBC, split hairs about geodes vs mere “caves filled with crystals”.
We arrived at about 10am and rushed to beat a coach load of brits to the ticket office. Sadly we were informed the whole day’s tours were booked. It’s the Alhambra all over again. Thinking I’d grab a similar screen shot of the booking form I loaded the page and strangely it showed availability. In just an hour. I ran back to the ticket office where they explained they’d had two cancellations which, if we were ok with a Spanish tour, we could have them. Of course we would. Especially as they had talkie machine tours available.
The Pulpí geode was discovered in 1999 and only opened to the public twenty years later after the cave was made safe. The tour of the mine itself was interesting enough - originally a hand dug iron mine which switched to lead and silver when they discovered that. It was closed when all the gypsum started to be too bothersome. It’s not clear when it was closed but I’m guessing during the civil war.
In my limited experience, there are only a few things that genuinely exceed the hype they’re given and make you say “wow!”. One other is here in Spain: Gaudi’s Sagrada Família. The Great Pyramids and James Cameron’s 1986 film Aliens also spring to mind. To enter the geode, we descended a long spiral staircase, then another straight flight before climbing a tiny set of steps, leaning forward “like Superman” then craning our necks to the left - unlike superman who could just X-Ray vision through the rock.
Sadly, we couldn’t take photos of the inside of the geode but the BBC link above has one. The best we could manage was this photo taken by the guide at the whatever-the-hole-in-a-geode is called.
After spending a couple of hours in the mine we wanted to get some kilometres under Denby’s wheels. We set the GPS for Banyeres de Marolia; a smallish town off the tourist trail with an impressive castle. As we approached town, signs started appearing directing us to a different aire. We dutifully followed - it was slightly further outside town but right next to a large park with a river, ruined paper mill and lots of sticks.
would camp here again.
When Flynn and I got back to the van, Jane had been in investigating our new home:
“P4N people say only day parking…”
“… yeah, there is nobody else here, I’ll check.”
Sure enough for some unknown reason the whole park is closed from November to Easter. No reason given and not much obvious signage. As Spain seems hot on enforcing camping laws at the moment, we packed up and drove 200m closer to town to our original destination. It’s nice but not quite as good as the first one.
For dinner we walked 25 minutes up the steep streets of Banyeres to L’Almàciga a little bar promising to be open before 8pm.
The Russian salad was just to keep us going. We pleaded with them for something whilst we waited for the kitchen:
“We’re English, it’s a long time since our lunch.”
“Yes, you should be in bed by now”
Veal tonnato, korean crocettas, squid soup and tuna tataki.
On the way back down the hill it started raining again.
Flynn got a quick walk around a haunted factory just below the aire. He suspects rather strongly that this was also a paper mill and there’s a mill pond to be found.
We’ve mentally turned towards home. Of course we physically turned towards home in Portugal but last night (actually day before last as I had trouble posting this) we calculated the mileage to Calais and days to our Shuttle booking. We never really planned to be on the current 5th November crossing but by now it would have been far from a leisurely trip back. Who knew Spain and France were so big? We pushed back to the 16th after which we have to be back in Blighty anyway. It does make the trip back somewhat leisurely but even this means we need to move a little more quickly.
So today was a driving day. We also did some touristing: the world’s second biggest geode - or biggest if you, like the BBC, split hairs about geodes vs mere “caves filled with crystals”.
Jane near a mine
We arrived at about 10am and rushed to beat a coach load of brits to the ticket office. Sadly we were informed the whole day’s tours were booked. It’s the Alhambra all over again. Thinking I’d grab a similar screen shot of the booking form I loaded the page and strangely it showed availability. In just an hour. I ran back to the ticket office where they explained they’d had two cancellations which, if we were ok with a Spanish tour, we could have them. Of course we would. Especially as they had talkie machine tours available.
And splendid hats
The Pulpí geode was discovered in 1999 and only opened to the public twenty years later after the cave was made safe. The tour of the mine itself was interesting enough - originally a hand dug iron mine which switched to lead and silver when they discovered that. It was closed when all the gypsum started to be too bothersome. It’s not clear when it was closed but I’m guessing during the civil war.
The gypsum inspector
In my limited experience, there are only a few things that genuinely exceed the hype they’re given and make you say “wow!”. One other is here in Spain: Gaudi’s Sagrada Família. The Great Pyramids and James Cameron’s 1986 film Aliens also spring to mind. To enter the geode, we descended a long spiral staircase, then another straight flight before climbing a tiny set of steps, leaning forward “like Superman” then craning our necks to the left - unlike superman who could just X-Ray vision through the rock.
We’d later be smug about being able to climb these without needing a rest halfway up.
Sadly, we couldn’t take photos of the inside of the geode but the BBC link above has one. The best we could manage was this photo taken by the guide at the whatever-the-hole-in-a-geode is called.
Lois and Clark
After spending a couple of hours in the mine we wanted to get some kilometres under Denby’s wheels. We set the GPS for Banyeres de Marolia; a smallish town off the tourist trail with an impressive castle. As we approached town, signs started appearing directing us to a different aire. We dutifully followed - it was slightly further outside town but right next to a large park with a river, ruined paper mill and lots of sticks.
would camp here again.When Flynn and I got back to the van, Jane had been in investigating our new home:
“P4N people say only day parking…”
“… yeah, there is nobody else here, I’ll check.”
Sure enough for some unknown reason the whole park is closed from November to Easter. No reason given and not much obvious signage. As Spain seems hot on enforcing camping laws at the moment, we packed up and drove 200m closer to town to our original destination. It’s nice but not quite as good as the first one.
For dinner we walked 25 minutes up the steep streets of Banyeres to L’Almàciga a little bar promising to be open before 8pm.
Dos vermout por favor
Although the bar was open, the kitchen wasn’t so we had to have a few drinks before they would feed us. they were really friendly and the food was very good. “Russian” salad
The Russian salad was just to keep us going. We pleaded with them for something whilst we waited for the kitchen:
“We’re English, it’s a long time since our lunch.”
“Yes, you should be in bed by now”
Veal tonnato, korean crocettas, squid soup and tuna tataki.
On the way back down the hill it started raining again.
Meh
Flynn got a quick walk around a haunted factory just below the aire. He suspects rather strongly that this was also a paper mill and there’s a mill pond to be found.
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Jane here - my thing that very much surprised me by exceeding the hype was the Taj Mahal. I’d arrived in Agra by train at 4am and we made the great decision to go straight away and see it at sunrise - fantastic.
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I spent a couple of years around Almeria. Seeing the plastic greenhouses again causes a flash of my memory.
Watching black African workers pushing a trolley overflowing with sacks of rice from Aldi. They were the only ones who could work in those greenhouses which had three crops per year. They paid serious money to live in a run down farmhouse and were packed like sardines inside. They said their wages were mostly sent home.
The farmers were contracted to supermarkets/wholesalers and any excess to their quota couldn't be sold. I would often see skips full of perfect tomatoes and salad produce. Made me think how lucky I am.
Thanks for producing such an interesting thread, don't stop! Good luck to you both
Watching black African workers pushing a trolley overflowing with sacks of rice from Aldi. They were the only ones who could work in those greenhouses which had three crops per year. They paid serious money to live in a run down farmhouse and were packed like sardines inside. They said their wages were mostly sent home.
The farmers were contracted to supermarkets/wholesalers and any excess to their quota couldn't be sold. I would often see skips full of perfect tomatoes and salad produce. Made me think how lucky I am.
Thanks for producing such an interesting thread, don't stop! Good luck to you both
Thanks for the report on the Pulpi Geode. It's quite local to us and I've had it in mind to visit sometime. It's quite expensive, in Spanish entry price terms, but it seems it's worth the fee. It might be on the cards again.
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I hade never heard of a geode before much less the one in Pulpi. It’s on the list now, looks fabulous. Shame there isn’t an aire there.
Excellent, we are off to India next week for a few weeks and this is on the list.
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For anyone who doesn't like the prospect of going down the mine, there's a cheats' version, virtual reality tour of the geode in the Castillo de San Juan de los Terreros.
There are lovely views from the castle and there is a restaurant up there.
The virtual reality tour is surprisingly good and, as a bonus, we were allowed to take our dog in.
I think we paid around 4 Euros each.
Jane And Rog I love your blog. We too like to accommodate the needs of our (largish) dog in our travels. I agree with you entirely about the polytunnels in Almeria, but we love the Cabo de Gata Natural Park and, particularly Camping los Escullos. It has to be one of the most dog-friendly campsites in Spain - and not a pollytunnel in sight. Most of the regular clientele go there for the excellent walking along the coastal path and through the nearby hills, and a large proportion of them have at least one dog. It's one of the places where we're happy to spend more than just a couple of nights when we're in Spain.
If you're down that way again, I suspect you'd like it.
There are lovely views from the castle and there is a restaurant up there.
The virtual reality tour is surprisingly good and, as a bonus, we were allowed to take our dog in.
I think we paid around 4 Euros each.
Jane And Rog I love your blog. We too like to accommodate the needs of our (largish) dog in our travels. I agree with you entirely about the polytunnels in Almeria, but we love the Cabo de Gata Natural Park and, particularly Camping los Escullos. It has to be one of the most dog-friendly campsites in Spain - and not a pollytunnel in sight. Most of the regular clientele go there for the excellent walking along the coastal path and through the nearby hills, and a large proportion of them have at least one dog. It's one of the places where we're happy to spend more than just a couple of nights when we're in Spain.
If you're down that way again, I suspect you'd like it.
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For anyone who doesn't like the prospect of going down the mine, there's a cheats' version, virtual reality tour of the geode in the Castillo de San Juan de los Terreros.
There are lovely views from the castle and there is a restaurant up there.
The virtual reality tour is surprisingly good and, as a bonus, we were allowed to take our dog in.
I think we paid around 4 Euros each.
Jane And Rog I love your blog. We too like to accommodate the needs of our (largish) dog in our travels. I agree with you entirely about the polytunnels in Almeria, but we love the Cabo de Gata Natural Park and, particularly Camping los Escullos. It has to be one of the most dog-friendly campsites in Spain - and not a pollytunnel in sight. Most of the regular clientele go there for the excellent walking along the coastal path and through the nearby hills, and a large proportion of them have at least one dog. It's one of the places where we're happy to spend more than just a couple of nights when we're in Spain.
If you're down that way again, I suspect you'd like it.
I think (but was guessing from the tour guide’s Spanish) that the castle also houses a collection of phosphorescent minerals.
We did like Cabo de Gato, or just north but still in the park. Will add that campsite to Mundus, thanks!
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Another driving day today.
We drove all the way to Camping Ciudad De Ciclismo, inland and north-west of a town named after the urine you squeeze after a seven hour hike in the blazing sun with inadequate hydration - Peniscola.
As we drive we’ve been listening to an audio book by Tim Moore, called “Vuelta Skelter: Riding the Remarkable 1941 Tour of Spain.” It mixes passages about the 1941 tour and, in particular, a rider called Julian Berrendero, with his own trials and tribulations riding the same route. Definitely a good read if you’re interested in cycling and Spain.
I first came across Tim Moore when I read a book of his about his travels in Iceland, which contains one of my favourite jokes, namely:
An Eskimo calls out a repair man to check his car. The mechanic checks under the bonnet and then offers a diagnosis: "Looks like you've blown a seal, mate."
"No," says the driver, nervously fingering his upper lip, "it's just frost on my moustache.”
In fitting with the cycling theme, and there’s a hint in the name - Camping Ciudad De Ciclismo is all about cycling. They have their own MTB track, and you can even hire an electric mountain bike to have a go, or head off into one of the many longer trails. I do quite fancy this, but worry that a not-too-expensive two-hour hire would result in the quite spendy acquisition of two electric mountain bikes, so maybe better not.
We’re in a lovely, quiet spot in the mountains, with the village of Cervera del Maestrat behind us on top of the hill. A really good campsite too - large pitches under the olive trees and a really good, strong, and free, shower without a push button.
We were lucky with the weather. There were some spots of rain as we arrived, but the sky cleared as we set off on our walk. We went down into the valley and walked up the dry river bed, getting great views of the village and castle at the top of the hill.
Of course, this happened.
Then we crossed back over the river and started the long trudge up the hill to the village and the castle.
On the way I saw this - my Seek app says it’s the caterpillar of the humming bird moth, which has a 2-3 inch wingspan! I’d like to see one of those.
Also lots of carob trees about - a crop I don’t know much about but a quick google says is fairly commonly farmed in the western Mediterranean.
The castle, currently being renovated, was originally a Muslim fortress build to stop the advance of Christian troops in the Reconquest.
It certainly has a very fine vantage point.
We walked back through the village, hoping to find an open café or bar, but failed.
It had been getting steadily cloudier as we explored the village, and with perfect timing, as we got back to Denby, the rain started.
This meant a quiet night in Denby. First a game of General Orders. I was the evil Italians and managed to beat the invading Brits.
Rog made a pork and bean stew, the recipe for which involved left over ratatouille, a tin of white beans, and the last of the sous-vide pork belly from the freezer. Very good.
We drove all the way to Camping Ciudad De Ciclismo, inland and north-west of a town named after the urine you squeeze after a seven hour hike in the blazing sun with inadequate hydration - Peniscola.
As we drive we’ve been listening to an audio book by Tim Moore, called “Vuelta Skelter: Riding the Remarkable 1941 Tour of Spain.” It mixes passages about the 1941 tour and, in particular, a rider called Julian Berrendero, with his own trials and tribulations riding the same route. Definitely a good read if you’re interested in cycling and Spain.
I first came across Tim Moore when I read a book of his about his travels in Iceland, which contains one of my favourite jokes, namely:
An Eskimo calls out a repair man to check his car. The mechanic checks under the bonnet and then offers a diagnosis: "Looks like you've blown a seal, mate."
"No," says the driver, nervously fingering his upper lip, "it's just frost on my moustache.”
In fitting with the cycling theme, and there’s a hint in the name - Camping Ciudad De Ciclismo is all about cycling. They have their own MTB track, and you can even hire an electric mountain bike to have a go, or head off into one of the many longer trails. I do quite fancy this, but worry that a not-too-expensive two-hour hire would result in the quite spendy acquisition of two electric mountain bikes, so maybe better not.
We’re in a lovely, quiet spot in the mountains, with the village of Cervera del Maestrat behind us on top of the hill. A really good campsite too - large pitches under the olive trees and a really good, strong, and free, shower without a push button.
We were lucky with the weather. There were some spots of rain as we arrived, but the sky cleared as we set off on our walk. We went down into the valley and walked up the dry river bed, getting great views of the village and castle at the top of the hill.
Of course, this happened.
Then we crossed back over the river and started the long trudge up the hill to the village and the castle.
On the way I saw this - my Seek app says it’s the caterpillar of the humming bird moth, which has a 2-3 inch wingspan! I’d like to see one of those.
Also lots of carob trees about - a crop I don’t know much about but a quick google says is fairly commonly farmed in the western Mediterranean.
The castle, currently being renovated, was originally a Muslim fortress build to stop the advance of Christian troops in the Reconquest.
It certainly has a very fine vantage point.
We walked back through the village, hoping to find an open café or bar, but failed.
It had been getting steadily cloudier as we explored the village, and with perfect timing, as we got back to Denby, the rain started.
This meant a quiet night in Denby. First a game of General Orders. I was the evil Italians and managed to beat the invading Brits.
Rog made a pork and bean stew, the recipe for which involved left over ratatouille, a tin of white beans, and the last of the sous-vide pork belly from the freezer. Very good.
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There are plenty of wild camping opportunities around Pulpi, including the large car park adjacent to the health centre (or, at least, there were last winter.)
Failing that, we like the camper area at the Anibal service station in Aguilas.
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The map, or how we covered a lot of ground so we can slow down a bit again soon…
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Not just GWP's. My GSP managed to break an awning leg welcoming me back from a bike ride........absolutely no cat involved!
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All pointers are insane! But the most affectionate dog I’ve ever had.
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Today’s painting. I’ve included the time-lapse video this time, which is a really cool thing that Procreate lets you record as you paint.
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Another driving day.
We’ve driven Another 344km and about most of that east past Barcelona, back near the coast at the nice “fishing village” of Capella de Palafrugell. The site is another we wouldn’t normally choose - full of caravans parked here for the year and now wrapped in tarpaulins - but it’s a nice enough location.
We walked down into town and gave Flynn a brief swim from a small sandy beach below the village. Then a drink looking out over the med before back to camp.
We’d bought a Gallacian steak earlier in the week and this felt like the right time to eat it. Jane made a tomato and avocado salad, we cooked up the last of the spuds and even broke a bottle of cava albeit one we brought all the way from England!
We’ve driven Another 344km and about most of that east past Barcelona, back near the coast at the nice “fishing village” of Capella de Palafrugell. The site is another we wouldn’t normally choose - full of caravans parked here for the year and now wrapped in tarpaulins - but it’s a nice enough location.
Haunted caravans.
The friendly lady on reception gave us a pitch with a sea view and it’s pretty big - we feel like we have a balcony.A van with a view, later this evening.
We walked down into town and gave Flynn a brief swim from a small sandy beach below the village. Then a drink looking out over the med before back to camp.
Swim & view
Salt and sweet.
We’d bought a Gallacian steak earlier in the week and this felt like the right time to eat it. Jane made a tomato and avocado salad, we cooked up the last of the spuds and even broke a bottle of cava albeit one we brought all the way from England!
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If you get a chance Llafranc is nice. Apparently the ll is pronounced as a y, not sure whether Duolingo does Catalan 
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