We'd spent a considerable amount of time in the hills and mountians of inland Spain so decided to head to the coast. Our approach was signalled by increasingly tall buildings and we hit a series of seaside strips lined on both sides with high rise hotels and souvenir shops.
Torrox Costa, one of these sprawling coastal settlements offered a large field in which vans could stay for free. It was overlooked by flats but had grass and a path leading alongside it down to the beach just 250m away from the spot we picked. There were perhaps 40 or 50 other vans parked up but enough room that it didn't feel cramped. Stepping out, the heat and humidity of the coast flooded in. It was pleasant to be able to wear lighter summer clothes and go barefoot. Will chatted away with the Yorkshireman nextdoor while Vicky took Poppy out to explore. The main nationality was German but there were a lot of British vans and some French, Dutch and Spanish registrations.
We cracked open the windows and vents to air the van, while Vicky lost herself in her knitting and Will took his body board to the beach. It wasn't the easiest place to play around in the water; there being stones and a rocky reef, but he enjoyed himself anyway.
The following morning was Poppy's 15th birthday! Vicky took her over the path and down to the riverside running parallel with it. She was enjoying herself until we were barked at by a little dog belonging to two rough sleepers under the road bridge. Poppy couldn't make it all the way to the beach and back but while she rested we took a stroll and paddled in the cool waves, watched over by the small lighthouse that marked the end of the beach.Read more