Both a bit zonked today. We gave brief consideration to the idea of getting a bus back into Cadiz to see the float parade but neither of us could face the two mile walk to the bus stop!
Set off instead on the route south towards Tarifa. It has been incredibly windy and took all Guy’s strength to hold the van steady on the road. We passed a beautiful whitewashed town on a hill about halfway down …as it disappeared into the distance, we realised it was Vejer de la Frontera – a place we had earmarked on the map to go and see.
We did a sharp turn around and climbed the steep hill up to the town. So glad we didn’t miss it – think it would fall into one of our top five places ever!
Beautifully clean, tiny whitewashed alley ways tumbling down a hillside with a bit of a castle, church, and the loveliest square with bars and restaurants in it. There are palm trees and orange trees everywhere and orange blossom at the same time, which we couldn’t quite work out. 
There was a strange road sign, which we think was there to discourage macho behaviour …not sure who it was aimed at.
Carried on south after lunch (which was based on leaves after our grease fest yesterday 😂). Thought about beach parking but looks like it’s no longer allowed down here so pulled into a campsite. Got two washing tokens but not sure I’ll dare peg it out unless the wind dies down tomorrow. 
And now, specially for Monsieur Scroft who’s afternoon viewing we disturbed…the rugby score.
Look away now if you don’t want to see it!
England 24 Ireland 12 😂🕺