Monday

Yes it was worth it! United won 2-1, Rachel could tuck into a meal she hadn’t made (pie, peas, chips and gravy), I had a lovely grilled swordfish all washed down with a couple of pints.

This morning we departed Mojácar and headed 30 miles north to Heurcal-Overa, described as a place made up of two towns called, yes you guessed it, Heurcal and Overa. This seems to be the most interesting fact about the place.

When you can complete a 1,000 piece jigsaw in an afternoon it tells you two things, firstly, that the place you’re visiting isn’t great, and secondly, neither is the weather!

Our dear friends, and avid blog followers from west Cumbria, Nige & Sue, help to make us feel better by saying it’s been raining almost constantly all week back home. Nige says “We’ve been checking the weather in Seville and are envious”, so are we! But we are at the other end of the ‘county’ and this county isn’t like little Cumbria, it’s over 300 miles long! So this week it’s beautiful in Seville with cloudless skies and 20c+ temperatures, but for us further east it’s about 12c and blowing a hoolie! Nevertheless it is comforting to know that we are slightly better off than at home. Apparently the sun is scheduled to make an appearance later this week and after all that is the main reason we came all this way, as well as cycle, see different scenery, see vultures and generally chill out.

Neil and Kath, in their moto-kennel, are chasing us across the country and hopefully we will rendezvous for a night or two in a re-run of our Cadiz soiree, before we jump on a plane back home in just over 2 weeks.