Perfect pitch

The sound of waves woke us this morning (or at least Kevin - I still had my earplugs in). Opening the blinds, sun streamed in across the sea and the beach. I did my yoga on the hard sand - my favourite surface so far; in Beatrix's shadow - it was too hot in the full sun. And we spent the day on the beach, playing in the sand, finding seaweed, and burying treasure (50 cent coins, never to be found - lost permanently in a 30cm wide area). A glorious day, at our best pitch so far. 

After a quick trip inland to Vera for motorhome servicing and the supermarket, we are now at our next night stop, wild camping again, on a headland facing the sea this time. We're really getting into the wild camping, third night in a row - this coastline is renowned for it, among the motorhomers. Who knows where we will be tomorrow?

Morning view from the bed:

Post-relaxation in the sunshine

Jemima finding other uses for yoga blocks:

Our view tonight (the car in front is a UK reg Volvo that appears to be being lived in by a young couple - now that's intrepid):

Villaricos to Torre del Pirulico (not including our detour to Vera):