If you've been following the antics of Muddy Marge you'll know she's supposed to be still on her Scottish road trip. But they say events in life happen for a reason. If it wasn't for our premature departure from Scotland we wouldn't be in Southern Spain now. As us and Marge suffered from the intense heat yesterday afternoon we decided we would leave early this morning and then stop just after lunch for the day. Angela didn't feel well, she had an upset stomach, possibly caused by drinking the tap water at the site that said it was drinkable. Normally we don't drink water from taps in Europe unless boiled, and always buy bottled water. The temperature dropped significantly during the night which caught us out. So early morning required us to dig out warmer tops that we'd packed away. The onward drive cut through a patchwork of fields. In fact mile after mile of them.
The driving in Spain has been boring. Fields, industrial, and out of town shopping areas. We stopped at a service area for our first coffee in Spain. Accompanied by two large pain chocolate, or whatever they call them here. All for five pounds. Bargain. The driver of the coca cola delivery van admired Marge, as two other drivers did as they passed her later on. Stop flirting Marge. If only they knew what she was really like. Our lunchtime stop near to Madrid turned out to be unsuitable as the aire was in a very busy built up area. So we decided to drive on, first stopping at the nearby Decathlon to buy electrolyte tablets to put in our drinking water.
John fancied a 4x4 stop at a castle about an hour's drive away. It was now 35c. As soon as we began to drive up to the castle Angela was unnerved. The drive up was steep and winding. Would Marge make it? Of course she did. John decided it wasn't right for us to stay the night there, so he took Marge back down the precarious track whilst Angela walked, feeling really out of sorts. Next overnight stop in a town was also no good so we pressed on. And here we are now away from castles, towns and heat.
Although high up it is warm but much fresher. There is just one other van here and surprisingly they are English, the woman pleased to see us, smiling and waving. Perhaps like Angela she likes safety in numbers. We had been travelling eleven hours when we arrived. Tomorrow proper plans need to be made. We are supposed to be on a holiday and for Angela it's starting to feel like an unpleasant challenge.
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