Sunday

We took the infamous A7 east for 40 miles and got a good buffeting from the wind coming down off the mountains, the only respite being when we passed through the many tunnels en route to a paid aire just east of Malaga. I suppose the consolation being that at least it was 17c at 10am, so not quite like travelling over Bowes Moor in February!

On arrival at the aire, well really it’s a very compact and bijou campsite, there was no room at the inn. This is one of the highest rated aires in Campercontact (our reference point for places to stay) so it came as no surprise that we had to wait, the time it takes for elevenses, before we could take the place previously occupied by another interesting camper.

Yes, I'm sure we can fit in the space that van has just vacated.

The thing about wind and sun, it makes a great drying day, so Rachel’s been feeding the washing machine this afternoon so we can continue to smell of roses!

Vying for the award of 'Most Unusual Van We've Seen on this Trip'
an old converted German fire engine.