Aldo's Farm, Gilet, Valencia, Spain

We waited until nine last night to walk out. It was still warm, but with the sun almost down it felt more comfortable.

Normally, when we leave Marge, Angela takes her rucksack with her as it contains all our documents we'd rather not lose. On this occasion she didn't. In the rucksack was her mobile phone which she'd used to photograph the poster on the notice board at the camper park showing the number for the security gate. It slipped her mind she'd taken a note of the number, and she also didn't realize the gate would be closed when we returned. Of course it was! Angela guessed at the number, and of course it was wrong! Turned out she was close, but not close enough. So we had to phone the site owner who very kindly opened the gate remotely. No harm done, worst case, we would have had to shout through the gate and ask one of our fellow campers for assistance. We are now not too far from the French border, where we see in the news today there is a large wildfire burning. We reckon two more nights in Spain and then we'll cross the border. Today's drive seemed easy compared to those of the last few days.

Stopping at a service area for coffee Marge drew make attention, which of course she loves, we also saw a first, a wood fired paella being cooked Tonight we found a really nice stopover on the park4night app at Gilet, staying in an avocado farm. It costs ten euros to go towards the upkeep and improvement of the farm.

The last 800 metres of access road up to the farm is unmade and rough in places, which obviously was no problem for Marge. Looking at the photos, we could see larger motorhomes had managed to negotiate the terrain as well. The landscape, buildings and views made us think of Morocco. After receiving a warm welcome from the owner, we were issued with a hammock and told to park anywhere.

We were the only guests. What a stunningly beautiful place, and we had it all to ourselves. How lucky were we? One of the couples with us last night seemed astonished we'd spent nearly seven weeks away in Marge. We don't really notice how compromised the space is inside her when the weather's fine, as we spend most of our time outside. John likened Marge's compact size, as to 'living in the cupboard under the stairs'. Well this evening we are more than pleased to be living in Marge. Our overnight spot is spectacular, unlike the one down in nearby Valencia where you are one amongst possibly seventy eight other vans. It might suit some people, but where we are right now is perfect for us and Marge!