Catch up

We are delighted to hear that you have our temperatures and long may they last.
It seems to be Jose in Portugal who is having the wet stuff at the moment.
So where are we ?
Having had a wonderful send off from our new, but brief friendships in Bolnuevo, with promises of returning, same time, same place, next year, and more wine and tortillas, we headed off inland in search of new views. Beautiful scenery, all eroded by wind and water, with isolated farms growing fruit, potatoes and cabbages.

La Manga was our destination. What a disappointment. Grey and cold. One night and just 74 kilometres,
brought us to Guardalmar. We are north of the resort, on the edge of a National Park. It is a large commercial site but we like to have variety on our travels. and the pitch is enormous.

This a fraction of the pool area and both bikes and especially the scooters, are proving of interest. We scoot for a shower or a loaf of bread. It’s fun

This morning we went off to explore the ecology on our bikes.

Those boardwalks are cycle tracks

Along a breakwater we found fishermen galore and the feral cats that they look after. 

Tomorrow we are off to discover the more sophisticated side of the town and indulge in tapas and a beer!!

A day in the life ........

The site slowly comes to life. Church bells, birds and the clatter of last night’s wine bottles being
dumped into the recycle bin, brings the tin-tenters to the dawn of a new day.
No need to rush to the showers because there are plenty of them to go round and the hot water never runs out!!
What to do with our day?
Well there is the on going boules tournament.

Just look at the location of the court!
Then the highly technical scoring system.

A bite of lunch then off to explore.

After a coffee at a beach bar, it’s back home for a read and a snooze before making preparations for tonight’s barbecue.

As the sun begins to slowly sink behind the mountains and the wine slowly sinks into our systems, there are loud multi- lingual conversations going on all around us as we and our neighbours suddenly become the best of friends. Fernando tells us about his home close to the Portuguese border, Ellen and Rudi from the Netherlands tell of their motorhoming adventures in the Morocco and Louis the French guy opposite, reminds us to wear our crash helmets when we go out.