Sunday 28 February

We'd managed to buy some “sort-of” bacon in Carrefour so we got our Sunday bacon and eggs. But it was a very slow start, probably due to us making a bit of a fuss of Jamie who had been sick during the night, and our disinclination to do much of anything. We still had a couple of loads of washing to do but frankly couldn't be bothered. So we didn't. It's quite nice to be able to do just as you please!

Although the sun was shining there was still a cool breeze and the sun loungers stayed packed away. Lunch was quite late but after we took Jamie onto the beach. El Puerto de Santa Maria has quite a big sandy beach, half of which never sees the sea but is kept pristine by the winds. Even on a Sunday it was almost empty so we had no qualms about letting Jamie off the lead and an hour of chasing his ball while slowly walking along the beach then back along the waters edge where he had a little paddle but showed none of the usual doggy enthusiasm for water.

But he likes digging in the sand

Who? Me?

Well come and get it then!

Turning back towards the campsite Terry suddenly realised his wallet, with driving licence, credit cards and a substantial amount of cash, was not in his pocket. Disaster! So we retraced our steps, which was actually quite easy to do, back along the beach but to no avail – oh dear or other words to that effect. We returned to the van, calling in at reception to find out where the police station was, only to discover the wallet on the floor alongside the drivers seat where it must have fallen unnoticed whilst paying a bill on the internet earlier. Phew!

A latish tea then another quiet evening. The wind had dropped and the stars were out in a clear sky again as Terry took Jamie for his pre-bedtime constitutional.