Once again. nowhere in particular.

Nowhere in particular is what we called the campsite we are on now when we stayed here in February 2015. It was a fair assessment. There is a short stretch of emptyish coastline, perhaps 4 kilometres long, separating the fringes the Malaga conurbation at Rincon de la Vitoria and the beginning of the Torre del Mar sprawl. The small town of Benajarafe has not quite been entirely gobbled up by its predatory urban neighbours. Valle Niza campsite is a couple of minutes up the N340 from there, across the road from a grey, little frequented beach, in other words in the middle of nowhere in particular. We like it. 

It's not perfect, the pitches are a bit small, tricky to manoeuvre a 7m van onto them, but the positives outweigh the negatives. The staff are welcoming and friendly, and our fellow campers a gentle, affable bunch. The nearest beach front bar is a drive away, so if your particular vision of fun in the sun involves meeting mates and taiking bollocks over a pint, then you are not going to stop here. If you prefer to sit in the sun and read a book, then it's perfect.

We are back here by accident. Our plan was to pick the van up from storage and spend a few days at Malaga Beach Aire. When we arrived late afternoon last Wednesday it was 'completo'. We have not travelled in the van in January before; it is busier in the Costa del Sol than when we left, not just a. new influx of northern wrinklies, but the Spanish themselves have two days public holiday for Epiphany, quite a few make a week of it. Luckily Valle Niza site had a couple of spare pitches when we phoned from outside the closed gates of Malaga Beach. Having got up at the ungodly hour of 4.30am to fly back to Spain the last thing we needed was to end up on day one with nowhere to sleep. Thankfully the Valle Niza site was only ten minutes away.

So, today is Sunday, a pleasant afternoon in the low twenties, wall to wall blue. We have not done much in the last few days, a trip to Malaga on Friday, visiting the food market and then the archaeological museum; yesterday we re-stocked the van and filled up with diesel and LPG, so we are all set to go. However, for once we feel under no compunction to scoot about. The weather to the west towards Gibraltar and eastwards around Almeria is cooler and more unsettled than where we are. So why move?

Our tunnel crossing is booked for mid-March, what we plan to do is a very slow trip up the east coast towards Cartegena, that might take weeks! In truth the stretch from here to Almeria is a bit grim - Costa del Zombie we once dubbed it. So we will speed through that then rest awhile around the Cabo de Gata. Of course events back home could disrupt our plans. If a snap election is called then I suppose we would drive straight to Alicante, park the van in the secure storage we know there, then fly home to vote. Who knows? We may be stretched out in the sun by the Med, but our phones are keyed into events in Westminster. Tuesday is a crunch moment, but unlikely to provide any resolution.