Guy spied a Griffon Vulture up on a rock a million miles away this morning but the camera wouldn’t zoom in enough – probably needs another lens!? 🙄🙄🙄
Decided to head back to the coast via the scenic route. We are somewhere between Estepona and Marbella, and the campsite is rammed. Squeezed ourselves in next to two small caravans with a family of about forty Spanish people in – very loud but friendly.
Guy went for an unsuccessful bike ride – the steep road he climbed up turned into a gravel track, then private road. His brakes overheated on the way down so he had to get off and walk in his best cycling shoes.
His afternoon got worse as we sat outside having coffee. A huge belly came around the corner with a very smelly man attached. He sidled up to our table…”Are you here for long?, Been here months me. I used to have a 9 metre van but got a caravan now…’ draws breath, looks in the cab “That the manual gearbox? “ Looks inside the door, leans on the table. I made polite conversation for about ten minutes then realised he’d never, ever, leave. Guy made the excuse of going for a shower and I ran inside. Apparently, it was all my fault for making eye contact!
It being a Saturday, Guy treated me to a “big film”! 🙄 I’m not sure if it was The High Chaparral or Alias Smith and Jones, but it was that kind of Sunday afternoon bore a girl rigid. Where’s the wine?