My regular reader will remember that I met a fellow female lone motorhomer on the ferry from Newhaven in October and that we nattered away for the whole of the crossing to Dieppe. Jo kindly invited me to pop in and see her at her Spanish adobe in Torrox if I was passing; I was, so I did. It seems that we still had loads to talk about; so we did … until 2 a.m. the first night. Last night I decided that as I had a long drive today I’d better get to bed a tad earlier; so I did … but not until after we’d decided that Jo will come and meet up with me for a few days in her Moho sometime early next year. So apart from nattering for Britain we walked, we talked, we ate, we talked, and we sat in the sun, talking. We had a great time.
Torrox is a lovely place, chocka with Brits … Brits abroad are just so much friendlier than Brits at home. In Torrox they all seem to know one another which necessitates stopping frequently to chat. P’raps all us Brits need is warmth and sunshine and you can throw the stereotypes away, or maybe we just mellow after retirement.
Torrox, where these …
develop into …
this pretty (weird) flower.
I’ve had a major falling out with Garmina today, p’raps she’s got the hump as I use her a lot less these days and frequently mute her nagging. She took me off the motorway one exit earlier than I expected but as I’ve never been to this site before, I obeyed. She then proceeded to overshoot the destination in a westerly direction before dropping me south and then back east. At least a 70 kilometre detour – and in the rain. I’m going to change her voice to a male one and call her Gary. At least then I can blame it all on a man!
Well, I have prepared the way for the Bezzies and am now at the Christmas destination waiting for them to arrive. (I’d hazard at least 80% Brit occupancy on this site.) The tree is decorated and Santa is sitting on the dashboard. Let the Season begin!
Ho, ho, ho!
🙂 🙂 🙂