This morning a gentle stroll down into the town for a walk on the beach and around the market, where we bought strawberries, followed by coffee at the marina.
When we returned to the campsite at lunchtime there was an eerie silence. Why? The Spanish scouts had left. Thank god! Before booking another night on the site John checked at reception they would actually be leaving and that no more would be arriving. We sound like a right couple of English moaners, don't we,? But justifiably so. The Spanish kids were 'on it' until midnight last night. Being so close to the mountains the weather is forever changing. Dark oppressive clouds like thick velvet curtains obliterate the view, and then give way to veils of wispy white nets. But it always feels warm. So we're happy to just go with it. The washing however, is on and off the washing line with frequency. In the toilets at the campsite swallows nest, boxes from printer paper strategically placed underneath to catch any droppings.
The birds dart in and out, fractious about the comings and goings. The weather now more settled, we 'pat down' Margery, before walking back down to the shoreline where sea glass is rich pickings. Along the way we are saddened by the oranges that have fallen from trees, and left to rot. What a waste. The lemon trees, always impress us with their vibrant large wonky fruits.
But we can not linger. Tomorrow we are heading for an early start as we're off to a campsite near to Barcelona for four nights.We're excited. The journey however might be a little challenging as we have to pass through Girona and Angela remembers the last time she drove through there. Early night tonight Margery. What's that? Lavender water after a 'pat down'. You're such high maintenance!
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