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Published: March 26th 2017
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26th March
After a long, good night’s sleep we woke at 7.30 thinking it was 5.30 as it was so dark. It was just a huge storm cloud that thankfully passed us by. Cathy much better but tired & achy after being ill & prostrate for so long. Sorted ourselves out, paid the bill & set off for Luarca an hour or so West along the coast. We were going to drop in at the supermarket but discovered they all close on a Sunday.
The road again was smashing going over viaduct after viaduct & a few tunnels thrown in. I’d read that this site was pretty & the local town nearby of Luarca is probably the nicest little port on this coast so was looking forward to the stay. Arrived at the site which is indeed lovely, perched on a cliff next to the crashing waves about 80m below. The lady owner on reception walked us round for us to choose a pitch. She is originally from Germany, married to a Dutch man & they moved here 45 years ago; I said that it was very international but she replied, no, European which I thought was a little
pointed. Needless to say I bit my lip despite her leaving herself wide open... She is well into recycling & asked for a local map to be returned which is less than A5 size. The cycling map, she wouldn’t give us until we left on the bikes... she’ll probably want a deposit of 100 Reichmarks. She wasn’t that bad! (Apart from the jackboots) We chose a pitch right on the cliff edge & all you can hear are the waves; it also means that the air is full of ozone so we should sleep very well despite the sea.
Quickly set up & walked to a little shop that was open, but due to close, about 5 minutes walk away for a couple of bits for lunch. Met & chatted to only other ‘European’ on the site – a Scotsman. He & his wife have been away for 5 months touring Portugal & Spain; he made me laugh as he told me that in those 5 months the only issues they’d had was with Germans. This place looks promising, if only for some stories...
After lunch Cathy slept again so I grabbed a little tinny, put on some
quiet music that I like but Cathy doesn’t (Ethiopiques if you’re interested) & put stylus to screen. Then I had a few zzz’s just to show support of course. I was woken by 2 sounds by which I knew that Cathy was fully recovered. Firstly that of the water pump filling a bucket for cleaning followed by the little vacuum cleaner...at least it’s damp outside or we’d have a vacuumed grass patch.
Two more European vans have come on site – Dutch & French & spoke to the French couple who were looking for the water stand. They have a sausage dog, just thought I’d say. Cathy wasn’t particularly hungry so I made do with some local bread & lovely flavoured cheddar cheese from the Portsmouth Christmas Olde English Fayre (waxed) which went jolly well with a glass or two of rather special 2015 Rioja. Felt very tired again then realised the Rioja is 14%, which for the benefit of Graham is called Marques de Aldeanueva & is understated as full bodied.
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