Unfortunately after posting the last offering Saturday night it began to rain,
and continued to do so for much of the night. The upside was it seemed to drive the evening revellers indoors or back home and we got a nights peace and quiet.
was a cloudy, cool windy day. We sat in the awning for the morning reading with the fan heater on occasionally.
After lunch the sun came out and we wrapped up and went for
a walk along the promenade towards the town. It was nice to get out and stretch our legs and enjoy the afternoon sunshine.
On our return I made us a frothy coffee, though
given the mess and washing up involved afterwaards you have to question whether or not it's worth the effort.
I have found myself volunteering to play beach volleyball on
Wednesday afternoon having been approached by our very nice new neighbours across the road, Bob and Sue. The Chef declined the invitation, and will perhaps play Petanque instead, but she has suggested that she'll forgo that in order to come down to the beach
and laugh at me. Behind every successful man is a woman, and behind every budding beach volleyball star is a chef.
We've now signed up for the campsite trip in to town for
paella next Friday as it's the Paella Festival this week. Eight euro's each, so that's not too bad. We only signed up after being assured by a young lady in Reception, that paella here doesn't contain seafood, it's meat, including chicken, beef and rabbit.
In the evening we went for our usual Sunday Roast, Spanish style, and very nice it was too. We spoke to one of the staff to ask about eating in the restaurant on Quiz Night, because
last week the quiz had started while we were still eating, which was a bit awkward. She advised us to come up to half an hour before they serve as they will begin service "once the lady arrives in the kitchen".
After eating I spoke to a chap who was just paying his bill at the bar, as I suspected he and his mate were probably motor sport fans and wanted to know what the attraction was here as we've seen lots of motorsport decorated vans over the
past weeks on the campsite (what's the harm in asking?). Well it turns out that there is a well known, very good, and challenging motocross complex somewhere just the other side of the mountain range behind us, and loads of guys go there to practice for the
upcoming UK season, which means I could have asked him for his autograph if I'd had the foggiest idea who he was.
On our return to 'base camp' a tear welled up in my eye
as the Spanish family who had arrived with their caravan on Friday, hopefully just for the weekend, left with their noisy feral kids. Praise the Lord!
During last night the
wind got up good and proper. It seems to be the regular pattern with the weather here just at the moment, as cold wind from the mountains rushes downhill to replace the relatively warm air rising over the sea. Most reassuringly of all was that when I opened
the motorhome door this morning the awning still stood there, and in one piece.
Another cold breezy start to the morning but it looked promising as far as sunshine was concerned.
After scrubbing up I did a few chores as well as checking the BBC internet news. Too depressing even to mention isn't it? Though I do like the idea that Nigel Farage just might form
a new Pro-Brexit party to fight any General Election Comrade Corbyn may try and manipulate. Having a starting point of 17,000,000 votes in the bag before putting a leaflet through the door wouldn't be a bad start to an election campaign, and if that meant
all of the political elite who tried to manipulate a 'No Brexit' in complete disregard for the democratic vote of the people, and as a consequence, lost their seats on the Westminster gravy train, would be a massive bonus.
Before setting off in to town (the folk in Reception refer to it as the 'village', but with some 18,000 inhabitants that's a big village, so I shall continue to refer to it as a town, albeit a small one) we popped
to the shops and bought the ingredients for a homemade chicken curry, as opposed to a jar of ready-made sauce. Once the slow cooker cauldron was stirred, we set out for the 'Bull Running' starting at 13:00.
Well to our amazement we were able to enter the temporary bullring without paying and grab a space at the top of the grand standing area to watch the bulls arrive at the ring. Clearly Seamus O'Sanchez was in charge of events because
after the bulls arrived at speed, they entered the bullring, did a few laps and then promptly ran out of the ring and back up the road. Clearly Murphy had failed to ensure that somebody closed the gates after the bulls had entered the arena.
We weren't sure whether or not we wanted to see this spectacle, but figured that we were in Spain, and so should embrace their way of life as best we can, and it would after all not
involve the killing of a bull. We could never bring ourselves to support or watch bullfighting.
Having watched the spectacle we won't return to any further 'performances'
during the week, and look forward to the day we can distance ourselves via Brexit from some of their customs, though as a people they are very warm and welcoming.
our fine dining cuisine, namely the homemade chicken curry finished up in the bin, though it was a brave attempt. I had put too much curry powder in, and it was rather dry, though I did add white wine to the portions as we went along. Still lesson learned,
and I'll have another try at sometime in the future. The purpose of such exercises' is to try and find meals which we can make from locally sourced produce rather than bring so much with us. Especially as we have decided, that, God-willing our grand finale
motorhome tour will be back to Istanbul as part of a three month tour. Hopefully it won't be for a few years yet, but that's the plan.
This evening is a very windy
one, and no doubt the awning is bouncing about a bit outside, but we're here indoors with the central heating on, so all is well.
Tomorrow we are having a day out in Valencia
on a campsite excursion, just thirteen euro's each, so that's pretty good, only problem is we set out at the ungodly hour of 09:00, so we'll have to set the alarm clock before going to bed.
I shall attempt to attach and share a little ditty my daughter Clare sent me regarding our PM. I shall remove it in the very near future.