Here we are in a kind of Spanish Blackpool, but it’s warm and sunny and there are bright green parakeets squawking and flying round on the seafront.
We came here yesterday because I thought there’d be some hills for Guy to get some cycling miles in. There are hills, but they’re tucked away behind giant hotels and apartment blocks. He struggled to get out of the town and then got battered by really strong winds so came back in bits. 
Meanwhile, I found a nice wide promenade to run along which was
lovely as long as you didn’t look left. 
The sand is like dirty grey gravel though and whips up in to dust devils from time to time just to make sure you get a bit of grit in your eyes!
On the plus side the 15kg washing machine is dirt cheap, although I managed to overload it and everything has come out smelling like it’s had 35 precious minutes slushing round in dirty water. Campsite washing machines are so funny. They vary vastly in price and it always tells you to select your temperature then a, b or c, depending how dirty your clothes are. I reached the conclusion long ago, that no matter what type of machine, whichever country, you’ll get 35 minutes at 40 degrees and be grateful for the privilege – which, of course, I am…just wish I hadn’t overloaded it! 😂
We walked back into town late this afternoon on a shopping trip for inner tubes…apparently, they’re called cameras in Spanish, doesn’t really matter to Guy, he’ll happily spend his euros on either of the above! 🤣🤣🤣
Just iPhone pics tonight folks – sorry!