Torre Vegía del Velerin, near EsteponaMarch 24 in Spain
It had been a wonderful week with Cath and Paul but now it was time to travel; the plan being to visit Gibraltar, then make our way up the west side of Spain to the north coast, before driving back through France to the UK at the beginning of May.
We re-entered the high rise ribbon development near Marbella and drove along close to the shore towards Estepona, pulling into a car park Will had found on Park4Night. We stayed on the concrete area nearest the road because although the sandy area adjacent to the beach looked inviting and would undoubtedly be quieter, we didn't want to risk getting stuck in the large puddles and mud on the slope leading to it. Our patch was overlooked by a makeshift tent a rough sleeper had set up in the woods a few hundred metres away. There was broken glass and a few bits of rubbish strewn about, but it was level, with a strong aroma drifting off the flowering gorse bushes that surrounded it.
Once we had walked past the smelly sewage station we found ourselves on a sandy shore that curved round to a headland with low rise white and pink villas at one end and a copse at the other end of the bay. Close by was a beach bar with sun loungers, advertisments for sex on the beach (cocktails) and a boat-shaped stainless steel bbq that was smoking half a dozen fish on skewers. On the sea horizon to our right we could make out the hulking great rock of Gibraltar and faintly see the outline of Morocco! We'd seen different countries from across the water before but never a different continent!
Because Gibraltar was our next stop and the weather was poor the following day we stayed a couple of nights, taking Poppy to investigate the rabbit droppings down by the beach and fixing the waste water hose that had been ripped on one or more of our many forays over bumpy ground.Read more