Vila Nova de Milfontes…or the day we locked ourselves out!

Well, it had to be done so that we could learn from it!! What was an uneventful day turned in to a near catastrophe 😂😂😂.Staying put in Milfontes for a few days. Guy went for a bike ride this morning whilst ‘the wife’ got the washing done (they had machines – hooray!). Had lunch, then I went for a run so I can eat more crisps, nuts and olives tonight. Upon my return, Guy was at the campsite sinks washing the pots and the door to the motorhome was locked. He asked if I’d taken the keys with me, to which my reply was “Why would I?”. “The door’s open” he said, unconvincingly. No – it was locked. I assumed that this was one of his Fire Service style jokes but it wasn’t. Somehow, the door had decided to lock itself after he closed it. The keys were in my shorts pocket on the bed. As luck would have it the bedroom window was open with the blind down. It’s a big window but it doesn’t open very far and it’s a bit high off the ground. I offered to go in – being the smallest. “Ok if you get on my shoulders….” he says. Felt dizzy just thinking about it 🤣. So, using his bike for a leg up, in went Guy! I must admit there was a point when I thought his very small posterior might not fit through, but he did it! Lesson learnt. Walked into the town about 4:30 – it was totally different. It had come to life with teenagers coming home from school and people out shopping – all with coats and scarves on acting like it was the middle of winter.☃️