After the stress of yesterday we enjoyed a pleasant night. As Angela ate her breakfast this morning a bee flitted between the blood red poppies behind Marge. These poppies are in abundance here, punctuating the wheat fields we drive by mile after mile. Today we were only driving for an hour and a half to Valdepenas. Soon into the journey we saw a line of windmills up on a ridge by a castle.
John thought we should drive into the nearby town to see if we could get up close. Oh dear, here we go again. We followed a motorhome up the tarmac road, parking by one of the windmills which was an information centre. In her best Spanglais, Spanish and English, Angela asked if we could drive up to the castle. Of course, so we continued. After the events of yesterday, always best to make some enquiries.
Molino Consuegra, twelve whitewashed windmills built in the nineteenth century to grind flour, now a popular Spanish visitor attraction. John had made a good call. And there was a small cafe in one of the windmills. Perfect.
So here we are now in the town of Valdepenas. The English couple from last night are here also. They have a problem with the gas supply to their freezer and have been recommended to visit someone close by to help them. After years of travelling in their motorhome this is going to be the last trip before selling the van. They've discovered cruising. The lady commented, that it was a worry wondering what might go wrong each day. It's not just Angela then. That's the problem with ageing, your confidence drops. So tonight's neighbours are German which we like as they are normally very quiet. It is very hot this evening and we are expecting an uncomfortable night. Tomorrow's temperature 39c. Let's hope Marge is happy with that. We know we won't be, so we're leaving early.
