Praia da Anguieira, Foz estuaryApril 20 in Spain
Never straying too far from the Atlantic, today's journey nonetheless took us up up to nearly 200m above sea level. The digital boards over the motorway displayed warnings of fog and sure enough, there was a huge sea fret hanging heavy in the air, obscuring the tops of the rolling hills. We had been revelling in temperatures that rarely fell below double figures, but the altitude and conditions sunk the thermometer reading to 6°C.
Our area de autocaravanas was at the back of a residential estate, overlooking the Foz estuary. The ground was layed with a paved track and 'grasscrete'; the concrete with holes set in it for grass to grow through. We definitely liked the fact that grass and a plethora of flowering plants grew around the van wheels. The attractive yellow Cape Marigold had taken particularly well at the edges of the car park and lined the paths down to the beach.
When we arrived the tide was out, exposing a large expanse of soft sand. On the other side of the estuary was a forested hillock and the beginning of Foz town, the buildings growing in height and density as they neared the centre. A small, rubber floored play park sat between us and the water. Later in the day we took a walk onto a sandy spit of land that was protected as a nature reserve. Again, ground nesting Plovers reportedly inhabited the area, but we didn't see any. Instead black crows soared and hopped about and wheatears flashed their white rears before diving down to camouflage themselves amongst the ground vegetation. The sand supported a surprising variety of plants, many of them in flower. The air was infused with the aroma of nectar and the sound of buzzing bees. Purple clover grew in large patches, petite, subtle, creamy yellow ground flowers clumped together. Our attention was grabbed by large, intensely pink flowers of a succulent that goes by the name of 'pig face'. Dipping down onto the far beach, then cutting back over the spit to the one adjacent to the van, we watched sandpipers flying low over the water and curlews dipping their long, slightly curved beaks into the sand in hope of a tasty treat. We felt incredibly fortunte to be there!
Later on the Guardia Civil drove by, taking note of our number plate; we have got used to this in Spanish areas de autocaravanas. Another visitor was the 'Venda Pan' man, who came round beeping the horn of his white van with bread, cakes and pastries for sale. It is the beginning of the season where it can be profitable for traders to visit motorhome stopovers. We didn't need anything that evening, but did buy a couple of cream pastries from him when he came round the following morning.Read more