We made a swift departure this morning, hoping to get to our next stop while the sun was still shining. The usual crowd appeared to assist with getting off the pitch - I'm not sure how helpful this is, especially in numbers; but such was the ease of our exit that our one English neighbour commented Kevin could drive for a living. (He was very chuffed.) He managed a similarly fuss-free arrival on our new pitch: a smaller campsite on the edge of Javea Old Town, surrounded by orange groves and the enormous bulge of Mount Montgo - very pretty. We are here for five nights, our longest stay yet, as my parents arrive tomorrow for a long weekend (they've rented a wooden bungalow on site so we're all camping together, for the first time since I was five). So we've moved in properly: chosen a pitch with the sun in mind; unloaded the carpet and camping equipment; and even put together Jemima's mini-trampoline. I'll be buying a gnome next. Fingers crossed the sunshine lasts.
A quick morning trip to the play parque:
Settling into our new home:
Trampoline joy:
Said garden gnome (on the table - it lit up at night and everything):
We only went past Sam, but we thought of you!:
Torre de la Sal to Javea:
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