San Cibrao

This morning a grey sea mist shrouded the town.

On the quayside, a market was setting up, selling mostly clothes, along side fruit, cheese, salt fish, ham, pork and sausages. After a walk around it, we set off to tonight's stop at San Cibrao, less than twenty miles away. Before our lunch, we walked along the coast, taking in the beach, then up to the lighthouse.

From the lighthouse we could see the aluminium refinery across the bay, and the oil tankers anchored out to sea. Oil prices are rising, so they may well have been told to stay there for a while.

We are now in the Galicia region, with its wild Atlantic coast. The aire is on the edge of town, above a rocky, sandy cove.

After lunch, we walked out again down to the park, taking in an interesting water feature at the entrance, then through the newer part of the town and back along by the cove, past a fantastic ultra modern house, where in the garden a white rabbit lay in the sun enjoying the siesta.

Even though we are only moving on a few miles each day, we are enjoying the chance to explore, walk, read our guide book, and novels, and in John's case fish.

We do not need to be in southern Portugal until the first week of October, so we have plenty of time to travel around the coastline. Tonight on the aire, there is another English couple, in a small VW transporter van. Because of the restrictive size of their van, they have only a porta potti and no shower, so are having to book onto campsites very few days. Luckily for us, Marge is everything we need, so we can park up pretty much anywhere, as we are self sufficient. The other couple have the luxury of a washing machine on the campsite, but we're used to hand washing daily. Saying that, there is a pair of ladies pants hanging drying from the rear view mirror of their van, with wording across them, which although faded seemed to read as Patricia!

After too much spaghetti bolognese, we felt the need to set off out again, in to the town and around by the museum. It was a good call, as we noticed a hardware shop, where according to the internet we should be able to buy a cylinder of camping gas, which is quite important as we are down to our last one, and they only last four weeks. So in the morning we will go back in to town to hopefully purchase one, and if we can't we are sure someone in the shop will direct us to somewhere we can. In France, you can just buy the cylinders in the supermarket, but not here. On our return to Marge, we could see the piercing white light of the lighthouse, imperative to the shipping along this coast.

The road alongside the sea wall, was illuminated with a soft orange glow, it seemed almost timeless, as you very rarely see streetlights this colour these days, now lighting is leaning more towards LED.

We have not yet decided on our destination for tomorrow. We do know however, that the weather will be unsettled for a few days at the end of the week, but hopefully not very much, we have been very lucky with it so far, but whatever it throws at us, we'll take. After all, we're in Spain!