Woke up to a grey and rainy day so decided to leave and travel today as it wasn’t a great day for cycling. Soon packed and left, finding the N340 heading south, this is obviously a major truckers route, but a good road with occasional dual carriageway. Had a good journey down to Moncofa, where we stopped at a supermarket to restock and have lunch. We easily found the camp and went into reception to ask for a pitch etc. We were allowed to choose a pitch and after some deliberation, agreed on one near the entrance. As we walked back to our van, another GB motorhome drove in and went straight for our pitch! The guy on reception quickly signalled for us to take one on the other side and ran round to help us get in. As I was reversing in another guy came over shouting to stop as it was “Impossible” to reverse this van into the space without hitting the carefully laid out plant pots some sad person had put right along the edge of the road in front of their pitch. Now normally this would have resulted in me calmly explaining to this panicking moron that it was quite possible to reverse the van onto the pitch and if he got out of my ***** way I’d show him! But due to my new found inner peace (I read that somewhere) I merely smiled and drove frontwards into the next pitch!
We soon set up and went for a quick cycle ride along the promenade. The beach is long but covered in stones, not sure if it’s naturally like this or if they have dumped lorry loads onto the beach to prevent it being washed away? The promenade is lovely and has low apartment blocks running along it with the odd house actually on the beach and backing onto the water! But it is deserted, not a sole anywhere! All the apartments look closed up as do all but a couple of café/bars.
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