With just about four weeks of gallivanting left we’re going to have to manage our time more carefully. But first it’s back to basics.
The Mercadona chain of Spanish family owned supermarkets are by far our preferred place to shop. Fantastic range, plus, you could eat your dinner off the immaculately tiled floors that are kept so clean and clutter free. Voted 9th most reputable company in the world in 2009 says a lot about their business philosophy.
We leave Seville reflected in the rear-view mirror and go in search of a nearby Mercadona. None near enough to consider a detour. Carrefour will have to do, with its high French prices. It’s almost 1pm by the time we step out, heavily laden and light of pocket.
With no alternative “non-motorway-type” road options available yet again, we make good, but boring drive time. The last of our Just William stories keeps us sane and sees us laugh our way onto site at Camping Playa Taray, just east of Isla Cristina. Outside of Morocco, it’s the cheapest site we’ve been on at just eleven euro per night. But everything was cheaper in Morocco. Diesel at 85p per litre – now we pay a minimum £1.20. We’re positioned 100 metres from a massive dune protected beach. Aiming to catch up on some chores and some sun – if only.
Above our seating area inside Beastie is a bank of six, very low wattage LED lights. During dinner, one decides to “blow”. The result more dramatic than usual. The glass face melts, marble like. The rear looks more burned up than the back-end of an Apollo capsule after re-entry.
This morning’s cloudy but dry start, starts with a BIG wash. Followed by a little’un doing a big al fresco flattening. She looks happy enough.
But is glad to walk it off . . .
