10. Oct, 2021


SUNDAY 10-10-21

Well last night wasn't too bad. Although it was noisy it all came to an end by 23:00 which was a pleasant surprise.

This  morning we were up in good time to scrub up and get the vehicle ready for the road. The wheels rolled at 10:30 but we were delayed at the dump station by a Dutch couple who faffed around for ages, doing what should only take about ten minutes if you have to dump everything and take on some fresh water. By the time they had finished there were three of us behind them in the queue.

The Chef had managed to buy a baguette from Reception before we left, this being Sunday and the shops not open.

Our first stop was at Cape Trafalgar where Admiral Horatio Nelson died during the famous Battle of Trafalgar, the anniversary of which is coming up in eleven days.

What a mad, busy place it was. There was limited parking yet the car park attendants kept taking the money and letting people in. Due to the winds there it is a very popular location for kite surfing. I don't exaggerate when I say at one point there were about one hundred of them in the sea, with more arriving all the time we were there.

.............. And the wind! I only had swimming shorts and a short sleeved shirt on. Three-quarters of The Chef's legs were covered, but no matter, it was like having your skin sandblasted by a machine, and yet people were flocking there just to sit on the beach. They must have skin as thick as rhino's, or are just thick.

I had come to lay a wreath in commemoration of that battle and acknowledging that a lot of Spanish and French sailors would have died in the battle I wrote the words in both French and Spanish at the bottom of the card. I laid it up in the dunes where nobody was venturing and staked it down with a good tent peg, so I hope it is still there on Trafalgar Day.

The return trip was in to wind and that was even more painful. I tore the cardboard box in half and shared it with Rosina so that we could shield our faces from the flying grains of sharp sand. Back at the motorhome we had lunch before moving on. I was keen to get out of our tight parking space as drivers were now starting to park even more irresponsibly than usual. The car parked next to us was hit by another that was manoeuvring , and we only missed the cab-over of the motorhome parked next to us by a fag paper, as we had to squeeze out.

So why the effort? Here's the story of the Battle and Nelson's death.


 The Battle of Trafalgar (21 October 1805) was a naval engagement  fought by the British Royal Navy against the combined fleets of the French and Spanish during the war of the Third Coalition (August–December 1805) of the Napoleonic Wars (1803–1815).

As part of an overall French plan to combine all French and allied fleets to take control of the English Channel and enable Napoleon’s Grande Armée to invade England, French and Spanish fleets under French Admiral Villeneuve sailed from the port of Cádiz in the south of Spain on 18 October 1805.

They encountered the British fleet under Admiral Lord Nelson, recently assembled to meet this threat, in the Atlantic Ocean along the southwest coast of Spain, off Cape Trafalgar, near the town of Los Caños de Meca (N36.179394º W6.151092º). Villeneuve was uncertain about engaging, and the Franco-Spanish fleet failed to fully organise. In contrast, Nelson was decisive, organising the British fleet into two columns sailing straight into the enemy to pierce its wavering lines.