Mojácar

It was a little bit noisy in the port last night. Rufus added to it by scraping his claws on the bottom of the fridge whilst dreaming about chasing rabbits. We had a few red lights on so had to head inland to a Repsol station to get water etc. Back out on the coast, we ended up a few miles back on ourselves in Mojácar. Guy had seen some parking on a beach just out of town when he was out on his bike yesterday. Unfortunately, when we got there, the place was empty – we took this to mean that all the motorhomes had been moved on. We were told later that we had guessed correctly. Back towards the main town we saw a couple of vans parked on the beach so decided to join them. We were immediately pounced upon by the camp bore who proceeded to tell us about the finer points of his motorhome. About 45 minutes later we managed to make coffee. Guy went off for another ride and Rufus and I sat in the sun whilst the immediate area steadily filled up with motorhomes – nearly all English. I went for a run when he got back; very windy by the sea and a bit too up and downy on the pavement – that’s today’s excuse for not going very far anyway. Caved in and opened a bottle of wine 😬 Guy has attempted to consume all the cheese in the fridge as an accompaniment. Cold once the sun went down, but now all we can hear is the sea and the cicadas 🦗.