50 Years ago today Alex & I left Rota, in Spain, rucksacks on our backs and our thumbs stuck out! We were beginning our hitch-hike back to Aviemore, Scotland. Now the car we travel in is our own and the rucksacks have morphed into a camper trailer! We could never have imagined it.
The night was freezing, literally, just check out the windscreen photo for proof but we were mostly OK in bed. Little air gaps are the most unpleasant spots. When we got up in the morning mist was everywhere and all the other campers were still in their caravans some with heaters going. Birds were singing away all along the river.
We like this little place. There are 3 children at the school but when Alex’s expression made it obvious to the woman in The Wharf Cafe that was a little precarious for a school she said it was OK because there were 11 children in the Kindy this year and two more coming next year so they will be moving some up into the school to make up numbers next year.
The school looks great with road signs around a grassed track in the playground, a bright mural on the wall, new playground equipment and what seems a very positive attitude. The local Hall also has attractive facilities around it including a grassy “race track”.
We had steak, egg and chips (the kind that comes in packets of various flavours) for lunch because preparing the main meal of the day at night means we’re eating it in the cold.
We had a drink from the Wharf Cafe and read some of the history of the area.
Our new little Fire Pit is serving us well but the fan heater will come into its own in the camper before it’s dark.