We are not moving !

Good morning. Today the wheels on the bus are not turning even an inch. After 1,780 miles, we are having some R and R. Fresh bread has been ordered and the coffee is on the hob.
Just been for an early morning stroll around the site as the sun's rays are filtering through the pine trees and the dawn chorus is clearing its throat!
From the beach we can look across the Straits of Gibralter to the coastline of North Africa. Morocco is within touching distance. I can hardly believe that we are a mere  two hour ferry crossing from experiencing a whole new culture.
But for now, a little normality as we potter about here until Friday morning. Sue has already got the longest clothes line on the site and has filled it with a weeks worth of washing
By this afternoon the weather had really warmed up. Red knees and noses, dry washing and a bbq for tea. We christened the new stove which still had all the bubble wrap around its various parts The whole episode became a spectator sport for the large Spanish family next door, as we endeavoured to fit the bits together. All went well until the moment of ignition, silence descended, then....no gas came through the pipe from the van!! We shouted "Boom", they laughed and before you knew it we had a handsome young man sorting the problem. I hadn't turned the gas on. Embarrassment was disguised beneath red from the sun. Lots of " muchos graziases" and soon we really were cooking on gas!
Todays picture offerings are; Sun blinds and shade trees and the shell seeker on Tarifa beach.