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Published: November 22nd 2016
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Can history repeat itself ?? A question that your correspondent often asks himself, but consider this.......
a year before our entourage had entered Spain and headed to a campsite in Calonge to be met by John and Wendy from the Valley to celebrate Wendy the Navigator's birthday!!!
this year, our entourage have entered Spain and headed to a campsite in Calonge to be met by John and Wendy from the Valley to celebrate Wendy the Navigator's birthday!!!!
All of this caused your correspondent to seek out beer to try and get his head round such a coincidence. Of course it was not a coincidence as many clandestine conversations had taken part between the Wendys and John to meet up for this very purpose. John was already pitched up at the site while Wendy flew from the Valley (well Manchester airport) to celebrate the occasion and celebrate we did!!! Local supermarkets had been emptied of beer, wine and food. The restaurant at the campsite was frequently visited but the highlight of the week was surely the petanque match between John and me on one side and the Wendys on the other. Cusco the Chief Spaniel was referee from his
position of tied to a tree. Well, dear readers, never in the history of sport has there been such a result as the boys won 13-1 and 13-0 and in the words of the victors - they were lucky to get 1!!!! As John and I careered round the site on our victory parade (until our knees gave up) the girls were left to reflect over rather large gin and tonics.
As ever time with them is always too short, so after Wendy flew back to the Valley and John pointed himself northwards in Betty, we were left to decide where to go next. On occasions such as this there is usually a team meeting where my suggestion of going to a bar is always outvoted, but this time Wendy took charge and announced we would go north to a town called L'Escala. To my ears it sounded like La Scala which was a cinema in Sauchiehall Street but I was sure it had been closed down for many years. In fact it wasn't a cinema at all we were going to but a pleasant town about 30 km north. The drive there was not particularly pleasant as the
weather turned decidedly British. In fact, a full blown storm was in place at sea and the next day saw massive waves sweeping over the promenade. This was not the weather we had come to expect in Spain.
The campsite was quite empty and quiet but that was soon changed as we met up with a few other British and Irish visitors and one late night piss up, I mean a pleasant evening chatting about our travels, led to the camp security telling us to be quite at 1am !!! Most of you readers will probably be guessing that it was Cusco or Wendy making all the noise but no, it was a new friend Debra, who the more she drank made a passable impression of Concorde taking off !!! The security guard was possibly worried that the neighbours would be kept awake by such a commotion, but we were the neighbours !!!! The rest of our stay passed incident free apart from Cusco slipping his lead and chasing two cats across the campsite at full barking volume - everyone laughed except for the cats who broke the land speed record.
Blanes was our next stop. Your correspondent
thought it looked a pleasant spot to relax and while away a week while reading and drinking beer. The promenade outside the campsite provided a pleasant 30 minute walk into the old town centre and a beach that Cusco wasn't allowed on but again the signs were in Spanish so no comprende !!!! I tried to remember why we were in Blanes, then bits and pieces slipped into place. It is situated only 10km south of Lloret de Mar....many British people visit Lloret de Mar....it was half term in the UK...we know people who have kids and were flying to Lloret de Mar....indeed the Farmers (Gaye, Alan, Charlton and Alexander) had flown over to see us and were based in Loret. There was still time to run I said to Cusco but Wendy had hidden the van keys. At first they had definitely brought British weather with them and our first day was spent in a damp and soggy condition huddled under the cover of a bar drinking beer and hot chocolate - not a combination worth trying I hasten to add.
Thankfully the weather quickly improved and there was fun in the sun, lots of running on beach
for the boys and relaxing at our campsite for Gaye and Alan. A trip to the majestic city of Girona was made and thoroughly enjoyed,especially the lunch in the back streets. I had never been to this city before and was rather puzzled as to why not - I blame my mother. Their week flew by and they also flew by plane back to Bournemouth leaving us to ponder where to go next.
There was just enough time for Cusco to get out the van and chase a cat who surprised itself by climbing about 40 ft up a tree before it realised where it was - I honestly didn't know that cats cannot climb back down trees the way they get up. It's amazing what you can learn from a Spaniel........
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