At nine twenty last night, the waning moon put in an appearance.
A blood red disc, sat on the horizon. It was an extraordinary sight.
A beautiful start this morning, warm and bright as soon as the sun woke.
After breakfast John spoke to the young German man about our onward journey. He informed him, we had a few miles of travelling through the hills, with the added excitement of hairpin bends. Always nice to know what lies ahead, Marge is not always prepared for some of the surprises sprung on her. Once again Marge's plumbing had to be addressed, as John was unable to cure the problem yesterday. The result, disconnection of some of her pipes, as she'd failed to co-operate.
Resulting for us in a new system for showering, which worked well, what will happen when the weather cools down, well we'll sort that out when the time comes. Across the way, the young English couple in a Citroen Berlingo conversion, needed to borrow a screwdriver for a small modification. They seemed amazed that we had tools with us. We wouldn't think of leaving home in Marge without them, she likes to play up once in a while.
Before lunch, John couldn't resist the lure of the Mediterranean, donning his swimming trunks, and setting off into the cold water, not so luring now. Angela stayed on dry land, she's with Marge, and like's to choose her moments when it comes to water lapping around her.
At a quarter to four this afternoon, the wind had picked up, and the waves were topped with white. We had stayed at Mojicar for two nights, and decided to move a little way north up the coast, looking out for where the other vans had stopped.
On route, we stumbled across a nudist beach. Honestly Marge, stop seeking these people out!
As we can't show you a picture like that here is a Renault 8TS :)
A little while later, we passed a completely naked, elderly male cycle tourist. Is that even allowed? We can't imagine where his saddle sores were! Right Marge, enough of your fun, find us a nice overnight stop.
After dismissing a few sites, we came across Playa la Carolina. There are lots of vans here, and we have settled Marge in a nice spot with a double aspect of both coves.
We took a walk down onto the beach, to look at the sandstone rock, some areas naturally sandblasted and reformed by the wind.
There were also caves, naturally carved by the elements. As we walked back, we stopped to looked at a very retro, German registered bus. After closer inspection, we saw that it was a Russian mini bus, built in the 1950's. We chatted briefly with the owner, not wanting to way-lay him too long, as he was cooking his evening meal.
He had owned the vehicle thirty years, it was still running on its original engine, and despite the fact he'd turned it into a camper, he was still in possession of the original seats. It did not perform well going uphill, going so slow he said, you could watch the grass grow. That's nothing. Marge can do that as well on a bad day. When the man returned home to Germany, he was going to put it up for sale, at around twenty thousand euros, expecting the buyer to be English. John loved the vehicle, and if he had the money, would have made an offer. Please, nobody offer to lend him twenty thousand euros, Marge is more than enough to handle, and she's a modern woman. If it's slow travelling you desire, she can do that, just take her up in the mountains.
This evening, the sky was a flame of fire, as the sun set behind the mountains. Beside us we can hear the sea lapping on the shore. We are awaiting tonight's moon rise. We are sure it will be spectacular.
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