Thursday 26 January 2023

Wednesday & Thursday 25-26 January - Canet d'en Berenguer

Where's Bertie? He's sitting on a piece of waste ground next to the car park in Canet d'en Berenguer where he spent the night of 5 March last year.
Weather: Yesterday mainly sunny, topping out at 15 degrees, today wall-to-wall sunshine, but a bit cooler.

Current kipping spot

To set expectations: we're not planning on doing anything interesting for the first three weeks of this 9-week trip. Our main aim for these weeks is just to be living somewhere warm and, aside from the usual daily chores, our time will largely be spent lounging, running and vetting routes for the TGO Challenge. During that time we're going to be repeating a section of coast that we've travelled along twice before (it was a close run thing as to whether we just based ourselves in one place for the entire period), so it's likely that few places that we go will be new to us. I will continue to witter away on blog posts for my own future benefit, but for any other readers, you may want to check back after 15 Feb!

Having said that, we nearly started yesterday with a visit to a castle! We were within 2 hours of reaching Sagunto on Tuesday when it suddenly occurred to me that we may have been there before. Thanks to the blog, within seconds I confirmed that we had, but only to visit Lidl, before coming out here to Canet d'en Berenguer. On first sight of the town, I immediately recognised it, thanks to the huge, sprawling castle remains atop a hill.

So, after a very quiet Tuesday night at the roadside in the abandoned development, we gave thought to visiting the castle, which is something I very much wanted to do. However, I also wanted to get out for a run late morning, and not knowing how busy the coast is with motorhomes this year, we wanted to arrive at our nightstop between 10 and 11am (the window for the maximum chance of finding a space).

A big shop at Lidl, and a 10-minute drive brought us here to find only a few motorhomes in the not-overly-large car park. However, the wasteground next door held quite a few more, and it was that gathering we decided to join, for the benefits of being flat and out in the open (solar gain for interior heat, plus solar power to charge the battery), versus a bit slopey and completely shaded in the car park.


We can't see the beach due to the sand dunes between us and it, but a one-minute walk gives this view.

There's still a sign at the entrance of the car park asking motorhomers not to use the local litter bins, but to use the big communal bins on the nearby roads, which we take to be permission for, or at least acceptance of, our presence here.

Other than a run along the seafront promenade, the rest of our day was occupied indoors.

Last year we ran to the adjacent town to the S. This year we can't do that without getting wet feet as the river currently has water in it and a ford is involved.

A gloriously peaceful night was had, with just the sound of waves hitting the beach, before today was largely spent staring at a laptop. We did both get out for a significant bit of exercise in the middle of the day, and another little strollette on the beach just before tea. (In the interests of heat acclimatisation, I'm breaking my habit of running first thing in the morning, instead waiting until the day has warmed up, but it just wasn't that warm out today, particularly with the cool breeze; by contrast we had it over 27 degrees in Bertie, thanks to the wall-to-wall sunshine).

The neighbour on our right is a Finnish ski instructor who has taken this winter off to enjoy warmer weather. His dog enjoyed Mick's attention.

Taken at Tuesday's roadside kipping spot, to show that the roads south weren't kind to Bertie's extierior. He is, by quite a margin, the filthiest motorhome we've seen (maybe ever!).

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