It was a slow day today. We walked into town for some supplies and found ourselves in a bar drinking a very nice Vino Blanco. Then back to the campsite for a late lunch and a planned swim. Only to find that they have drained the bloody pool. So here is a photo from a couple of days ago, when the pool still had some water.
We then went for a short walk just to take in the view and stretch our legs.
The evenings are getting really chilly now and the contrast from the heat of the day makes it feel cold, so a early night for us.
I was going to tell you what we had for dinner, but have been informed that old people always tell you what they had to eat,😉 so have refrained for telling you.
Also on a point of toilet etiquette. You know when you go into a campsite toilet and there are 8 cubicals to choose from. Yes pick the middle of the row you should be safe? So there I sat contemplating the future wasteland of a post Brixit UK. I heard running coming towards me, I though it’s ok there are 5 cubicals not next to the one I’m in. The running gets closer and the door next to mine slams shut with a bang, followed by heavy panting and a groan, as the contents of the world and it’s brother full from the mans “assumed it was a man” bottom. This is followed by a contented sigh. It’s time for me to move on I think.
Another day in paradise 😀