…today is my last day at work for quite some while. A funny feeling, but good.
We left for Zahara – one of the White Towns. the experienece was marred by the lack of anywhere to saty when we arrived…
In desperation we set of for Rhonda – still no campsite – we eventually found one for 15 euros – this being unacceptable we thought bugger this.
In desperation we persuaded some Dutch homesteaders to to let us sleep in their Cork Oak grove – we felt proud to be rough camping.
…Just a small treat – we both believe that it is important to leave London with a full stomach.
A lovely place to go for breakfast, not withstanding the two tables of American holiday / business people, engaged in a battle of rudness with the superior (is there any other kind?) French waiters …and thier sour faced wives.
J had:Mixed grapefruit with blackberries, raspberries and kiwi fruit followed by eggs, sausage, bacon etc. Washed down with coffee from a silver pot.
H had:Spheres of melon, with raspberries (and peaches I think)followed by scrambled eggs with bacon, sausage etc. Washed down with Earl Grey Tea.