To northerners, the Costa del Sol feels like a perpetual Summer, not only because most trees stay green - umbrella pines, various eucalyptus - but also the skies are blue more often than not, and a cool spell would still be considered seasonable in Buxton in July. As you near Gibraltar odd things appear in the landscape, green, and squarish. Once you turn the corner at Tarifa, some of them are inhabited by large furry creatures.
"It's funny to see fields with cows in them." Gill observed.
We are camping at Valdevaqueras, about 9 kms. west of Tarifa. Here, it's definitely Spring. Small birds are flying about with twigs in their beaks, swifts have arrived as temporary visitors on their journey north, and the man from the campsite is mowing the pitches - grass, not gravel. This, combined with the rocky hills at the back, the nearby big sandy bay, a lane leading to the shore bright with Spring flowers, we could be in Mid-Wales at Whit, not Provincia Cadiz in early March!
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| Lovely site, we'll come back here next yeat |
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| Spring flowers on the track to the beach |
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| Valdevaqueras beach, big bay, - Europe's kite surfing heaven apparently. |
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| Yes, it was as blustery as it looks |
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| Aged Hymers have replaced VW Microbuses as the beach bum's preferred mode of transport. |
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| Some beach-side cottages have thatched roofs. |
It is lovely here, much more verdant than where we have been lately. We had planned to stay a little longer at another coastal campsite a few miles north at Barbate. High winds are forecast however, as strong as 60 kmph. by Thursday. That would be really quite uncomfortable in a van. We think we'll revise our plans and head towards Cadiz tomorrow, which is still on the coast, but less exposed than round here.
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