Wednesday, Day 53 and a damp start to the day. But… Today marks the opening of one of our favourite restaurants following the closure for their winter vacations. We will be heading there for lunch.

Tuesday and we drove to Chiclana with Katerina, Lorna and John (from the walking group). We parked near “Rock and Wheels” and then walked across the wetlands to San Fernando. The map is a bit mis-leading because it includes the route back via the Chiclana – Cadiz tram. It was very busy again – nice to see it being utilised – but was full of school kids; Hope there isn’t much Covid around here!

There was a nice sheltered spot for lunch about half way into the walk.

We stopped for coffee at the Plaza del Rey, a large square (currently undergoing a restoration) dominated by the Casa consistorial de San Fernando. This building houses the administrative offices of the city government of San Fernando and is of neoclassic style and considered the largest town hall in Andalusia and the third largest in Spain.

A selection of photos from Tuesday’s walk.

Spanish lessons continue on Monday and Thursday mornings…

Sunday we cycled to Vejer and met Paul and Andrea for lunch. The electric bikes coped well with the very steep climb and hair-pin bends upwards to the mountain-top village of Vejer de la frontera.

Mixed in with our cycling and walking days we enjoyed some lazy days around the campsite; the English quiz is up and running on a Wednesday evening and the Friday night communal meals are on-going. The weather has been gradually warming up in that overnight lows are now back into double figures and daytime highs in the mid-teens. Warm enough to sit outside the caravan and read a book. My latest venture is another Ken Follett book – “World without end”.

Last Wednesday we walked to the port and back with the walking group. Coffee at the El Pastor restaurant and a total distance of about 10 miles.

Only in Spain – but our route to the port takes us along some rural roads. In front of us was a “farmer” taking his two cows for a walk. One was a huge beast and he had no control over them – they were lashed together with a rope and he was holding the rope. Didn’t take them long to escape his clutches and for them to come stampeding past us as we scrambled off the path and took refuge in the hedgerow.

He can be seen in this picture (in the distance) attempting to re-capture them.

A collage of photos from the port walk.