Hello regular readers, not moved on yet!!

Hello all. Not our usual blog as we are still languishing ten feet from the sea and have done very little except eat, drink and feed local, stray cats. We have however planned a few possible stop overs along the Mediterranean and in the morning will tear ourselves away from here.
The local site workers see us as the wiffy women, nothing to do with adverse odours, just an inability to access their WiFi without assistance.
Still no parrot picture but another sighting yesterday.

Sox, four white feet and a black coat and 'Ning, short for Lightening,a somewhat hyperactive kitten, are the adopted strays.

We were shocked to hear that a couple have left after one night because the sound of the sea kept them awake half the night. So much for the soporific effect of white noise!
Then there is the mystery of the Guarda tape around a small caravan and a station waggon. Death, murder, suicide, unrequited love.....not found out yet.

Tomorrow we are taking an 80 mile drive to the south of Almeira, where we hope to find a small, family run site with sand, rather than rocks for an outlook.

 This is today's winning picture of a Happy Bunny.Not only is Sue the owner of the longest washing line on site but has now acquired an equally long bamboo clothes prop to go with it AND she has already stowed it away in the van.
Not being snobby, but we can't believe that we are on the Costa del Sol, half way between Marbella and Benidorm!! But search and ye will find these unspoilt jewels, along Spain's coast.
This is the complete length of the promenade at Castillios. See what we mean?

Perhaps by the time you get to our ripe old age and have been a pair of Trailer Trash Travellers for so long, you know what ya like and what ya don't ?

There's a parrot in that tree

Good morning Spain!
After a noisy night on Lidl car park ..... free camping car stop over for Moroccan travellers .... we were through the doors like a dose of salts when the shop opened at nine. So much needed to be restocked, not least,  alcohol and pork! We tried to please Allah!
Suitably replenished, but still unsure of our route, we set off along the A7.

 This road, which hugs the coast and sometimes appears to hang on to the cliff sides, has presented us with spectacular views of the azure sea and the snow capped Sierra Nevada mountains.
Of course,  being the Costa del Sol, there have also been huge swathes of urbanisation which sprawl and ooze along the coastal lowlands, filter into narrow valleys and crown hill tops. Not for us.
We had wondered about batting through to France but have decided to see how we get on, following our noses along the Mediterranean.We have stopped early this afternoon, a touch of the Moroccan blues, but we are at a delightful campsite, in a village with barely a hint of tourism to be seen, called Castillios de Banos.
As usual, we are as close to the edge of the water as possible, the table and chairs are out under the awning and beers have been supped. The general opinion is, that if we can find little places like this en route, then we are happy to get to know Spain a little better.
There are pelargoniums and geraniums, hibiscus and bougainville, palms, rubber plants and pines planted throughout the long, narrow site. Then to cap the day, a parrot with green feathers and a scarlet beak is chattering away in the branches of our tall shade tree!!
Life is good.

He has just flown off the highest branch that looks like a cockerel.... truly!

Helpers and Hinderers..... or....Our last day in Morocco

This could be our last regular blog because once we leave Tanger Med, the wonderful benefits of the Maroc Telecom 3G Sim Card will expire and Internet access in Spain and France is ridiculously expensive. We will use MacDonalds when we can so, don't give up on us just yet.
There was an amazing sunset at Assilah last night, that made you tingle with the grandeur of the spectacle.

Because of the position of the campsites, we have rarely been able to see the departing sun, as it often sank below the horizon whilst we were parked behind a promontory.
On the road today, being Sunday, there has been a very visible police presence. A grey uniform popped out from between a couple of oleander bushes, holding a speed camera, but we weren't going to be done twice! So no joy for him.
On the other hand, we were unsure of which road we should have been on for the port, so we stopped to ask a policeman, who ultimately flagged all the traffic to a halt at a busy roundabout, to enable us to reverse, then he pointed us in the right direction and  waved us on our way. The Moroccans have a very unconventional way of doing things!
Delfin had competition from a runaway cow on the motorway. It's owner was at least thirty metres behind, panting his way along the outside lane. We tried to head it off but a huge lorry came into view visible through the wing mirror, so not wishing to witness a corned beef massacre, we drove off.
 However we can report, that the lorry driver attempted successfully, the manoeuvre which we failed to accomplish. A happy farmer and a laughing cow. They sell that cheese everywhere over here.


Now at the port, but due to Moroccan bureaucracy, we have been turned away by the ticket office, sent packing by the customs and don't even want to be seen by the police ..... until three o'clock, when all the chasing about from booth to booth will begin all over again!!

Note the gritted " Got to go back again!"

One final unhelpful incident, as we were ordered to reverse ,yet again, involved a cleaning lady who parked her bucket of water in the middle of the our exit, whilst she nipped into a police booth to mop the floor.
We are truly sorry to be leaving Morocco and are delighted that we have been able to share our travels with you. One last view of an almost deserted beach and a big blue sky!!
The European mainland is clearly visible, but not beckoning, across the Gibralter Straits ,and what was a culture shock when we first came to Morocco will shortly be emphasised still further as we return to a western lifestyle.