Walk to restaurant

Did a bit of learning Spanish on app today, played with beads, then we set off along the beach and I had to 'plank' some bits and bobs of pots I found. Plank is a word I learnt from my Scottish friend Chris when we were on a cycling holiday and considering hiding some of our clothes in a hedge to reduce weight in our panniers.
I managed to find them (and add to them) on the way back. I'll have to return to them tomorrow with a bag. Such a burden being a collector of junk! 😉 John always finds bits of sharp glass and carries them all the way up and down the beach till he finds a bin. So there's a bit of beach clearing going on.
We had a lovely meal, including gambas (prawns) with garlic cooked in olive oil and white wine. Delicious. John also had choco 'squid' and various other fish cooked in batter. The waiter spoke English but encouraged (or was it tolerated) my attempts at Spanish.
On our way back a little dog decided to yap around John's ankles and calves and wouldn't leave him alone. Even when the owner came along and unsuccessfully tried to stop it. With bare legs, it wasn't a good feeling for John.
As we were leaving the beach, some men were coming on with their cockling stick tools. I bid them Buenas Noches and one of them said 'you English? Oh English are very important.' Not quite sure what he meant but he told us he was collecting cockles and muscles and I tried a few Spanish words. He likes to eat them, and they're for his family, and he likes to drink wine. He was so full of life and joy and friendliness. It was a special encounter, one of those moments that leave you feeling heartened and uplifted.
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