Yesterday evening Angela's appetite had begun to return. She really fancied a pizza. So we located a place with good reviews not too far away. The walk was just far enough for John, who'd spent most of the day asleep.
It was lovely to sit out amongst the street cafes and not be bothered by anyone. We returned to Marge just in time to witness yet another top sunset.
This morning, still not really feeling it, we knew we needed to pack up and move on a little. Two hours away, was Camping Valle Niza, where we stayed for a couple of nights on our way down to Gibraltar. Of course, a couple of hours for Marge is around three and a half hours, plus coffee stop. John drove first, then Angela took over. The journey around the outskirts of Malaga slow.
Angela hasn't driven Marge since our first day in France. She'd rather John drove her, as he is used to her little foibles. Surprisingly the campsite was almost empty. It is now high season here, so the overnight cost of just over thirty pounds seemed a little steep, after Morocco. We don't really mind. We were just glad to return to somewhere we'd stayed before, do a wash, and just sit.
Fortunately, we have time on our side, so will slowly make our way along the coast towards Perpignan before heading across France.
And thank you Harry Kane for rescuing what looked like a dire situation against the DR Congo.
Instructions for using the loo at the service area. Next match, let's see the whole England team push a bit harder!