L'Estartit (Day 3)

As we lay in bed this morning with our sliding roof window open we could see the trees at the top of the hill waving to us. We watched the barely risen sun, as it was captured by the moving clouds. Rain was forecast for nine o'clock, but it didn't materialise. Everywhere here is very dry, and local people have told us they have had very little rain over the winter, just cold air coming from the Pyrenees. The nights are certainly warmer, but John has taken rather a liking to our over blanket, or 'the fluffy' as he likes to call it, so we take it to bed with us to keep him cosy. 

In no rush we planned our day. John's knee was playing up after our walk yesterday so we decided to take it a little easier today cancelling our cycling trip. There is a shop in the town called Monica run by an English lady and her Spanish husband. They have been trading since 1969, and when we visited L'Estartit last time we bought some pottery from the shop. Keen to buy some more items we walked down to take a look and spent some time talking to the owners and deciding what to buy. Their stock was slightly limited as they were unsure how much to carry in these uncertain times, but Angela chose a couple of items that would look nice in our newly painted orange kitchen. 

Around lunchtime, there was a flurry of new arrivals at the campsite. A French van, which isolated itself at the far bottom of the site, German, Spanish, Dutch and even a van from Luxembourg. Marge, still has her own exclusive V.I.P. area.

We decided to take an afternoon walk along the beach. The view towards the Ile Medes beautiful. The Mediterranean sea, with its characteristic green colour rolled on to the shore chased by a north westerly wind. We found a seat that was sheltered a little from the breeze and ate our snacks.

John's empanada a rather disturbing radioactive looking orange tasted a whole lot nicer than it looked, and Angela's glazed apple tart was delish. One of the best. And she should know. She's eaten an awful lot of them.

Back at Marge, despite the cooler weather we were able to sit outside. Who ordered and 'English'? Was it you Marge? We expected better weather than this, after all we were in Spain. It had been 19c today. We'll take that. In fact we find anything over 16c summer like.

Tonight was pizza night. John had worked out that we could convert our outside grill to act as a pizza oven. At Carcassonne he'd had success. On our first night at L'Estartit we had a disaster. Working out we needed a really thin based pizza for the experiment to work, we were please to find exactly what we were looking for in the local supermarket. And hey presto, result! As we savoured the delights of our success, we could hear the birds singing in the nearby trees. Or were they on the cadge. No chance with you two, I bet you'll eat every crumb. You're right their Marge.

Tomorrow we must decide which route we will take to return back into France. We have two weeks of our holiday left and want to use it wisely, meaning we don't want to be driving each day for hours and hours. I'll agree with that. We thought you might Marge.