Well the owner did
indeed knock on our door at 10.00 – if you want a pitch you'd
better move now! So we quickly finished off our Sunday bacon and eggs, had a
quick look round and settled on a nice spot. The pitches are,
unusually, very spacious and designed for vans up to 10 metres in
length – which is probably why it is so popular with the huge gin
palaces, complete with space in the “boot” for a car. Yes
really! There were at least 20 of the things, almost a rally! Also
each pitch had an articial grass “lawn” mat laid over the shale
which saved getting mud etc. in the van and provided a pleasant
separator to the next pitch. Not fixed down though, which was a bit
of a problem later......
Because, as you've no
doubt seen, the weather did take a nasty downturn. Inland there was a
couple of feet of snow in the hills and on the motorway. Around the
coast just to the north of Alicante there were reports of campsite
flooding, property destruction and general mayhem. We certainly had a
couple of real humdinger thunderstorms with torrential rain and hail
but must have been relatively well sheltered as the only sign
afterwards was a few puddles around the site and a number of the
green “carpets” blown around.
But it wasn't
continuous and there were enough clear, dry breaks to get out, walk
the dog etc. We even managed a couple of longer walks, down to the
beach which did show some signs of damage and also into the town of
La Marina itself. Once the storms had blown themselves out we also
managed some time sitting out in the warm sunshine, watching the
supervan owners getting their wash brushes out and shining up their
pride and joy. Bertie wasn't lucky enough to get so much as a damp
rag!
We spoke to our friends
a couple of times and, after a false start or two, arranged a meet up
in a cafe in La Marina itself; they caught a bus for the 4 kilometre
distance but we only had a 15 minute walk. Coffee, a light meal and a
couple of hours catching up left us wanting more but how to fit it
in? Having decided to move on we arranged to call in to see them
after doing some shopping at the Iceland store (yes, the same as UK)
next door to their campsite. As luck would have it whilst having
coffee a space suddenly appeared when someone moved off unexpectedly
– in no time at all we were in the office and claimed the empty
pitch. Result! Although it's forced us to amend our onward plans a
little but no matter.
So we're now parked up
on a very similar site to El Pinet after the princely journey of 4
miles! Okay, it's not the best pitch, being next to the service
point, but it'll suit our purposes for a few days. Bren has arranged
a hair appointment at British Hairways for tomorrow, Friday 24th.
It seems that, due to
potential property sale and purchase, our friends have decided not to
go to Morocco this year in case of a sudden need to return home –
no problem from Spain but Morocco is another story. So we've
published our plan to cross to Tanger-Med on Wednesday next week in
case anybody wishes to join us – two takers so far. Meanwhile we'll
just relax here for a few days.
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