Well, there ain’t much here. The campsite is quite nice and we can hear the sea which is always good. Had a bit of a fitness and cleaning day. Guy did 72 miles on his bike and came back to report that there was nothing of interest in the immediate vicinity. I went for a run and after seeing the grey scruffy beach and the deserted little towns I had to ‘concur’ 😉! Got the washing done though and a bit of cleaning. Even the carpet got a wash when Guy stood in the dogs water bowl and tipped it up. Had a little walk later on with a play on the outdoor gym …ooh me back! Saw some fish drying in the sun which didn’t look too appetising. Most of the people at the top end of the campsite are English and seem to be here long term. They all have a pebble painted with their names outside their caravans. Then there seems to be a street full of Germans. The French and Spanish are mixed together with us hiding in their midst. It’s all quite entertaining. Think we are the youngest inmates. 
Rufus does Europe
Two people motorhoming around Europe with memories of a mad dog