Last night's stop turned out to be a good one. The vans continued to arrive until late, but the night passed peacefully. This morning whilst John carried out his breakfast ritual of omelette making, Angela strolled out. In the swelling of the high tide a lone cormorant dived beneath the waves in search of some early morning substance. Amongst the nearby bushes, a flash of tartan, a stoop, and a quick one two before returning to a van nearby. Let's hope it was just a wee. Best watch your step. The most popular spots to overnight were situated on the cliff edge. Beneath them little terra firms. The constant battering of the Mediterranean sea causing some serious erosion. With a few hours driving ahead of us, we were keen to move away from the coast and into the hills where the road cut across the open plains high above sea level. As mile after mile of yet more parched thirsty landscape passed by the road began to climb until we found ourselves 950 metres above sea level. Marge would probably complained about this drive, but Margery constantly battered by strong wind continued with determination.
Now in the town of Ontur, a sleepy wild west type of place where tumbleweed blows along dusty streets and locals stop their conversations, chew on cigarettes that droop from the corner of their mouths and stare, at us!
There were strangers in town. Just us and a Spanish van on the aire at the moment. We are now only 850 metres above sea level, and as the wind is very persistent we have decided to sleep downstairs in the van tonight.
Should be interesting, and hopefully warmer as the temperature up here on to of the hills is expected to drop to 6c tonight. Snuggle up with us Margery if you're chilly.
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