Now children, no squabbling please....

The grey haired toddlers of Europe are starting to squabble. It's a drop dead gorgeous day, wall to wall blue, a gentle southerly breeze, the kind of February day in Spain you dream about in January in England.

Whereas yesterday the camp site seemed half deserted, now people have got out their outdoor furniture and having lunch in the sunshine. What happens now is that all the jolly campers start to get on each other's nerves. As I washed up, the elderly English lady from the next pitch whispered darkly about the Germans opposite who were celebrating the outdoor life by strumming ineptly on an out of tune guitar. It was not the cacophony that has outraged her, but the fact that after a particularly spirited rendition of the Bonny Banks of Loch Lomond, our friends from the Bundersrepublik had the effrontery to claim that the venerable Scottish air was based on a tune by Mozart.... Tomorrow it's going to drizzle. Everyone will be happier then, stuck indoors in harmonious isolation.

After lunch we walked a couple of kms up the road to the next small cove. Not much to see apart from a serious amount of cucumber growing, a shepherd and his small flock, waves breaking on the shore hypnotically - we stood and stared for a bit at the sea and the graffiti - l think we've slowed down. 

The cove around the corner, exactly the same as ours really!

It looks bucolic, but then you can't see the acres of plasticulture or the AP7 viaduct just out of the frame....

The concrete retaining walls give plenty of scope for local artistic expression.

He's very good, don't you think - a total nightmare.

The Germans were still singing when we got back to the site. By now a whole day of steady consumption was beginning to take it's toll and the concept of melody, pitch, in fact any sense of musicality seemed to have vanished completely.They were cackling well though, and seem to be at the hanging round the shoulders of your compatriot stage of inebriation. Perhaps it was someone's birthday, they seemed very happily pissed...

As for us, we're just happy to sit outside and enjoy the sun and occasional outbreaks of human absurdity. It's been a lovely day from the moment I woke to hear the birds singing and a golden light flooding into the van. Of course I grabbed  the camera and video to head to the beach to watch the sun come up. Glorious -