7th February - La Garrofa

Woke to another sunny day but with a cold wind blowing the occasional cloud over head.
We had been speaking a  young couple who had a great pitch on the beach, they owned a T4 and were due to leave later in the morning.  We had a quick breakfast then made the van ready for a quick move , sitting in the sun with a watchful eye I was ready to pounce as soon as I saw them move. It was late in the morning when I spotted some movement and in what must have been the quickest breaking of camp todate we drove round and claimed the prize spot. Uninterrupted views of the sea across the beach, facing the sun, perfect.
The we hit a problem, literally!  Each pitch has a sun canopy to keep the worst of the summer heat away. I assumed that they are all of the same height , but this one was lower and the roof of the van hit the sun canopy when it was almost fully open. We decided to dig out the sand under each wheel to lower the van.  I set to with the dust pan using it as a make shit shovel.  I dont think much of the quality of Poundland stuff these day's , after only a few minutes use it splitt !
Mind you we kept the neighbours entertained , Germans on one side Italians on the other, watching as the nutty English couple pissed about for half an hour. In the end we gave up and I climbed on the roof of the van with a beach towel to pack between the van roof and the sun canopy to stop any damage.
Van sorted, level with great views we did a bit of laundry,  hung it to dry then whent for lunch at the bar on the site.
We had been told that free fish and chips would be available at 14.00 you only needed to pay for your drinks so we thought we would give it a go. It was still cold but we sat outside , ordered two glasses of Sangria and waited patiently.  5 minute's later the waitress apears with two glass of undrinkable red coloured pop shoved them on the table and dissappeard back into the bar along with an arse the size of a small country. Watching another couple tuck into a plate stacked high with tiny batterd sardine looking fish with french frys I began to wounder just what we had let ourselves in for. Our plate appeared and it was as we feared.  Angie ate the chips while I tried to suck the meat of the fish of the bones, not nice but I was hungary so tried the batterd squid. It was similar to how I imagine chewing a fishy inertube would be like. We left , grabbed a fresh loaf of bread and ate lunch back at the van, leasson learned.
The sun had come out and it warmed up so we dissappeard down to the beach for an hour or two with a beer.