We decided not to walk along to the port for our Indian meal last night but to go to the one close by. We had a takeaway from there last year.

A very nice meal it was too. Unfortunately, our eyes doing their usual thing and being bigger than our bellies, we ordered too much and ended up bringing our Naan bread home with us to eat this morning.

Mr and Mrs Frenchvan left early this morning and the gap was filled by Mr and Mrs English Old Hymer (Anita and Paul), Mr and Mrs English Chevyvan (Dave and Pam). We now know Mr and Mrs English Neissmann-Bischoff are Bob and Gaynor.

This morning we spent outside on the sea wall yakking to our neighbours and passing the time of day with passers-by. We saw Dolphins in the bay today.

The afternoon was spent sunbathing on the beach. The beach here is the gritty stuff but like minute shiny pebbles. We did try the sea, it was a bit cold but not too cold, a bit like our pool - okay once you're in but I didn't like that the beach shelved. The first you could see how much it shelved down but the second, being deeper, you couldn't.

As a group we took ourselves off to a nearby bar early evening for a couple of drinks. Interesting bar, a bit like an old fashioned English pub. For once the English weren't the loudest there. I hadn't realised how loud the Spanish talk.

When we got back Mr English Rapido man had gone despite the fact that we saw him drive back towards the parking while we were in the bar. The gossip was that he'd found himself a married lady and she was going to fly back to the UK to get a divorce. He was visited in the afternoon by a woman and her son so maybe that was true.

Mike and I thought we'd sample another of the restaurants around the corner for our evening meal so we picked the one that had the most customers. When we went in I thought Uh Oh! This is going to be expensive - everyone was dressed up, we'd gone smart/casual. Then I realised thar the place was a holiday area and mostly frequented by the British and that the Brits get dressed up to go out and the French do the smart/casual thing.

The food was excellent though.

On our return we saw a pair of feet showing under the back of Bob and Gaynor's van. He'd got his Cadac barbie going in the garage of his van cooking them some chicken bits. We got talking to them and then went inside. Never been in a newish one of those (the French dealers keep them locked so the hoi-polloi can't wander in and out). The living area was huge compared to ours. Bob told us that, for some reason, he'd thought we were 'posh' and had been choking on some of his words trying to moderate his language. Us posh!!

We were told by Bob, who was told by a guy who's been staying in a house right next to us, that the reason all the kids drive up here but don't stay is that it's where they do their 'dealing'.

We were very late leaving their van, Mike very drunk, me set the alarm off not know it wasn't sufficient just to unlock the vehicle, I forgot about turning off the other alarm.