Our short skip down to Gandia raises our hopes as the outside temperature passes the 20ºC mark for the first time. Thoughts turn to getting shorts and T-shirts ready as the week-end beckons and with it some real heat.
We’re trying hard not to focus too much on the weather, but it’s difficult not to. We’re in Spain on the Med coast and it’s supposed to be hotter than this. Plans made and changed as quickly as the swinging weather houses’ boys and girls.
We’re not ones for staying “around camp”. Regardless of the weather, we like to get out and about. We see some couples parked up all day at the side of their camper or caravan. Content to read or doze. Not our thing at all. Especially when you consider the nature of most pitches you end up on. There have been very few “pretty” sites to date. Take a look at the view behind us and the one in front. No room to even get Scoot out to play.
With still a couple of hours to kill we take a walk down to view the local beach. It’s impressive. Flat fine sand. No wonder a mountain range of hotels run parallel along its 3.5K length. Toes venture no further than the prom. The sea looks far too cold. Even so a couple of life guards sit high on look out duty.
Many of the sites down this neck of the woods have outdoor pools that are not open yet. This site’s underused 25m indoor heated pool gives me the opportunity to swim off some of the many pastries indulged in so far. I have it all to myself. Joy!
With no traveling today Friday 13th comes and goes without incident. Gandia town a 40 minute walk away and a visit to the impressive Ducal Palace of the infamous Borja family on the agenda.
The walk back to camp interspersed with a discussion on what is fact and what is truth and a game of peek-a-boo. From the sublime to the ridiculous?
We end the day with a laptop film. One of thirty we’ve brought with us, downloaded from Netflix with the very uselful PlayOn app. Six down.