High on a hill …

A couple of “urgencias” were experienced at Tarifa … I really felt for Simon, I’ve been there and done that (3 times) and know well the awful sinking feeling when you realise you’ve locked your keys inside the vehicle. R&S spent the night in R0X1 with me. The lovely Gonzalo (owner of the hire company) had the van master key driven over the following day.  It had the benefit of making me finally sort out a safe outside-the-vehicle place to put my spare key.

After the key had been delivered R & I left S to collect himself and went for a walk on the beach with the gannet that poses as my dog. We had just got as far along the beach as we could at high tide and seated ourselves on rocks to appreciate the spectacular panoramic view when I noticed that the gannet masquerading as my dog was mouthing a lot. On investigation I discovered she had nylon fishing line wrapped round her tongue and I couldn’t budge it – concerned that she could a) cut off blood supply to her tongue b) suffocate if tongue became swollen enough to block airway c) have fish hook stuck anywhere in her alimentary tract, I high-tailed it back to the campsite to find the number for a vet. Vet did not answer and there was no emergency number to call. The gannet dissimulating as my dog had by this time ingested all visible remains of nylon fishing line; it was no longer wrapped round her tongue nor was she in any obvious distress so I decided to wait it out – there are still no signs of distress nor any appearance of the nylon fishing line from unmentionable orifices. Watch this hole, I mean space …

Leaving Tarifa this morning we stopped in Algeciras briefly to do a bit of a food shop and I needed diesel (90 cents a litre) and then proceeded along the N405 to Ronda (yes AGAIN). First time along this route and what a road; it had all the bends and ups and downs you could want but was open enough that the panoramic views came almost too fast and too often to be appreciated, except that all three of us did. Having stopped at a particularly mind-blowing spot for lunch – well actually Daize and I did but then the Bezzies found us and invited themselves – we then leapfrogged along from one “mirador” (viewpoint) to the next. All the Andalusian white housed, high altitude villages sparkled in the warm sunlight, almond blossom abounded and mountains surrounded – thank heavens there were no lonely goatherds yodelling, that would’ve been one cliché just too far. In case I thought I imagined it, the Bezzies laughed as they confirmed what I know – I drive these mountain roads with a huge grin on my face. Well – it’s such FUN!

So we are safely at El Sur (third visit for me) Carmen professed her delight that Daize and I are back and was pleased to meet R&S. She informed us that she’s expecting a party of 20 Dutch motorhomes tomorrow. We’re hoping it’s not the same claim jumping crew, but just in case we’ve spent the evening digging our defences against invasion (well Daize dug her usual holes whilst her humans drank a tiny bit of wine)!

Looking forward to sharing one of my favourite places with the Bezzies over the next couple of days even tho’ I may regret having exchanged my winter duvet for the summer weight one before we came inland and up! It’s a bit Brrr here at night.

🙂 🙂 🙂

3 thoughts on “High on a hill …

  1. Loving your stories as much as your photos. And what clever titles for your posts. I was just thinking about the Wind in the Willows and my most favorite line from the book when rat says to mole “there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. …”
    It applies here……to RVs. Happy & wondrous simply messing, my friend!

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