Weather: A few drops of rain, otherwise mainly lightly overcast (a bit of sun) and warm (14-17 degrees).
Last night I suggested to Mick that we could stay at Capbreton until Friday. He works all day every third day (just bits and pieces on the other days), and it's beneficial if he can do that in a location with electricity and wifi. His next working day is tomorrow (Thursday). On seeing that the weather forecast for Capbreton was every bit as good as that for the E coast of Spain, and given that this Aire is good value for money, it made sense to me to just hang around here. Mick's vote was to continue on our southward migration.
So, I set my alarm for 0715, and hauled my sleepy self out of bed when it went off.
"Where are we going today?" Mick asked. I opined again that it made most sense to stay here, and this time Mick agreed. Harrumph! Needn't have got up so early!
Staying here gave us the opportunity to get a few items of admin out of the way in a leisurely manner. Cash was obtained from a bank, fee free; and email was sent to, and a reply received from a motorhome dealer in northern Spain, establishing that they don't have in stock the spotlight we need*; another email was sent to another dealer; I obtained an ACSI card and researched campsites around Peniscola; and I got tomorrow's loaf of sourdough bread started (my first experiment into baking bread on the road).
The mission to get cash involved us walking around town. It was quiet indeed, with few people at any of the eateries, and we had to wonder whether it's worth the tat & clothing boutique shops opening at this time of year - although perhaps the lack of people in the shopping area was because lunchtime closing time was almost upon us. Window shopping in estate agents' windows established that even a tiny, 35m2 holiday home here comes in at more than €250k - and we'd walked past some sizeable, well-presented houses on the way into town, which must be worth well over a million.
This afternoon's leg-stretch was a walk along the beach.
It's a hoodie.
Modelling the sweater I knitted early last year
I'm sure I would have overheated dressed like this, if it hadn't been for the brisk wind.
(*Quite a while ago one of Bertie's ceiling LED spotlights started flickering intermittently. A couple of weeks ago I belatedly remembered that it needed replacing, but because our Chunnel was, at that point, booked for few days hence, I didn't have time to get one from the cheap source that supplies better quality ones than the originals. So, I bought from a Hymer dealer at a slightly outrageous price. The day before we came away, another started not so much flickering than flashing incessantly. There was no time by then to get a new one, so I was hoping we may be able to pick one up in Spain. Bertie isn't short of lighting options, so it's not the end of the world if it has to wait until we get home.)
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