It would appear that we both went a wee bit over the score last night. The beer accounted for me having to get up twice during the night (Thank God the toilet block is right opposite us) and the wine accounted for Mary playing dead until almost midday. So breakfast was in fact lunch but even boiling the eggs was a major chore for me and I really ought not to have driven up to the Spar at the far end of the site to get some bread.

The weather was dangerous too. Although the sun was beating down on us, there was a stiff breeze keeping your skin cold all the time and that can lead to serious sunburn if you’re not careful, so when we went for a walk, I had on my jersey and hat and sunglasses. I reckon my tanned legs won’t burn now though. We knew how hot it really was when we popped back to the caravan for a moment and a wall of heat hit us when we tried to go in. The thermometer inside read 40º! It did cool down over the day and as I type this at 11 o’clock at night it’s a chilly 24º inside. We may need to switch on the electric blanket!

On our walk we observed the hundreds of different types of accommodation here at Caravanning La Manga. There are some giant caravans and motor-homes as big as anything we’ve encountered elsewhere and quite a lot of permanent installations which are caravans with extra bits built around and on top of them to resemble little cottages. While some of the latter are rather fancy and quite cute, others are a bit ramshackle and unattractive to the eye but loads of people seem to live in them and all quite well-to-do if you catch my meaning.

The bar terrace

The bar terrace

Our stroll took us all the way up to reception and then back down to the beach, a fair walk in itself on this long, narrow site. But the scene down at the beach was wonderful! We stood at the end of the restaurant terrace, not 5 metres from the water, and watched dozens of aged windsurfers doing their thing in the placid, shallow lagoon. Our eyes were taken over to the high-rise towers on the strip of land which constitutes La Manga resort and golf haven on the seaward side of the lagoon, creating a breath-taking panorama of idyllic holiday scenarios.

View across the Lagoon

View across the Lagoon

Although most people at the bar were still outside having a drink or a snack, we opted for something indoors and enjoyed a coffee and some tapas which, at 2 Euros a plate, constituted a real bargain. So satisfied were we with our chorizo and vegetables that later on we were to abandon plans for our tea as we just had no appetite.

The Other Side

The Other Side

I worked on my book submissions in the evening while Mary cosied up with her latest thriller. Neither of us felt like going out and the wine bottle remained firmly closed. Tomorrow we intend to visit the historical parts of Carthagena with a view to a move further south to Almeria on Tuesday or Wednesday. A week from then we have arranged to go and visit Paul and Gillian Barnett down in Sotogrande on our way to Cadiz but if we hold off a day or two we might even manage to see auntie Marie and uncle Ian who are coming over to see the Spanish side of their family.

Our St. Christopher medal fell off the wall today. Probably the heat. Anyone superstitious?

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