Rained again in the night. Guy went cycling with the Spanish lads – time billed as 8:30 at the bike shop. The shop owner turned up at 8:50 and said ‘Oh, we leave at 9am …but that’s Spanish 9am!’ 😂 So, 9:15 it was. Senor Bramley not amused as he could have had a lie in. 
I ran to Palafrugell – the main town that’s slightly inland. Never managed it before, so feeling quite pleased with myself. Only problem was, the road out had no pavement, so I had to jump in a ditch every time a car came by!
Not much in for lunch, but luckily the cyclist came back with a baguette so we were saved from certain hunger. Walked down to the town, quite windy and the sea was very choppy. The yacht racing is still going on though; our neighbour said he’d snapped his mast in this mornings race. Shouldn’t imagine that’s cheap to replace. Had our first ice cream of the trip today. The shop had opened up for the first time…unfortunately it tasted like it was last years! 
Rufus does Europe
Two people motorhoming around Europe with memories of a mad dog