Sue is once again being Mrs. Overall, down on her knees with dustpan and brush, sweeping the daily collection of sand and grit from the house. Later there will be dusting and polishing. Thank goodness we don't have any silverware!
Our morning beach walk gave us more memorable sights. From the sand dunes (we never seem far from these wherever we stay) we pottered and paddled along the shore with waves thundering against the jagged rocks, sending plumes of spray high into the air, drenching those sat with their rods.
Further along the beach we passed fishermen mending nets, setting out tables and chairs for fresh fish BBQs at lunchtime and hauling recently-returned boats up the steep, shelving beach to safety.
There is a gap in the off-shore rocks, through which the small, two man vessels are carried on the waves of the in coming tide. Each one hurtles through this narrow entrance like a cork from a bottle of fizz!
Further around the lagoon youngsters are learning how to body surf and families are arriving for a few hours of beach time with their children.
A local council worker has raked all last night's seaweed debris, into neat mounds, ready for collection. This small resort is almost European in character. Back at the van for lunch and there is ferocious shouting and much fist waving from the men on mopeds
. It appears that " fish wars" have broken out. One is on the others sales patch and it's getting ugly. Will there be hake hurling, or jousting, with a swordfish tucked under an arm?
We just sit and watch and refuse to buy fish from either of them!!
Further along the beach we passed fishermen mending nets, setting out tables and chairs for fresh fish BBQs at lunchtime and hauling recently-returned boats up the steep, shelving beach to safety.
There is a gap in the off-shore rocks, through which the small, two man vessels are carried on the waves of the in coming tide. Each one hurtles through this narrow entrance like a cork from a bottle of fizz!
Further around the lagoon youngsters are learning how to body surf and families are arriving for a few hours of beach time with their children.
We just sit and watch and refuse to buy fish from either of them!!
Meet our " Guardian " He prowls around the van when we are out roaming and Sue has christened him the somewhat unimaginative name of " Fido ". There's not even a hint of Moroccan in that handle.
A Berber ...... now that's Moroccan.
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