Last week the dental extractions happened, I can’t believe how much better I felt virtually immediately. Having had months of sinusitis and troublesome teeth it’s great to be pain free!!
This week I visited my new Practice Diabetic Nurse. She was all ready to plough through the indoctrination spiel and was heartily glad that she didn’t have to after I gave her my history. She was very pleased that the weight loss programme is well underway, and that my fasting blood sugars are already responding to the weight loss so far; not yet down to normal range but showing an improvement. Go me! As I requested she’s leaving matters to me for the next six months; when I go back to see her on my return, all being well I shall be down to my target weight, and back in remission.
The last few days I’ve been converting my travelling thoughts into hard plans; deciding on places I want to visit and finding Aires and Camper Stops. On the plans are granite granaries, schist villages, medieval bridges, and a lot of twisty windy mountain roads (snow chains and shovel are on board just in case). I’m down to Central(ish) Portugal and week 5 so far. Place your bets, dear regular readers, as to how quickly I throw the plans out of the window …
I’ve made a conscious decision to avoid all large towns and cities unless there is something in one that I really don’t want to miss. Neither Daise nor I like the noise, traffic or crowds so we’ll stick to being country bumpkins. There will be one exception; just before Easter, K and The Smart One are going to a resort just outside Barcelona. I shall find a campsite close by for that week and show them round one of the few cities I actually love.
Next week I’ll be spending a few days with BB at the marina; the lady “what runs it” says I can stay in the car park – if the weather remains this cold I’m hoping she’ll let me hook up for a reasonable charge.
20 sleeps to main engine start …
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Christmas lunch in the site restaurant was brilliant.
The starters (to share);
Goats cheese salad
Red peppers stuffed with fish in white sauce
Beef and mushroom croquettes
Main course and dessert;
Skewered pork marinated in sherry
Dessert selection (unfortunately not all for me)
Afterwards the chef, the bar and waiting staff all received a standing ovation (and a large ice bucket full of tips rather than ice). There are several good musicians on site, and after the meal a not quite impromptu gig took place with loads of us joining in the sing-along. It all wound up with everyone staggering home to various motorhomes, campers, caravans and bungalows at about 8p.m. – not bad after a 1p.m. start!
Boxing Day saw us strolling on the beach in warm sunshine between showers.
Sadly, I’ve just waved off the Bezzies who are on their way up to Malaga and fly home on Friday. We’ve had a great time, loads of laughter as ever and they’ve decided, having been in a T6 for a few days that there are too many alterations to be done to get one how they want it. So when they get home they’ll be looking for a donor van for Simon to convert himself, that way it will be to their own design and exactly how they’d like. Hard work doubtless but what a sense of ownership and pride to come. Good luck Guys!
I’ve had a change of plan too … I feel in need of a bit of downtime so I’m staying here at least until mid-Jan. It’s a lovely site, very friendly, close to the beach, and lots of great dog walks as well. I do have to change pitch as someone has booked this one but I’ll wait until the weather dries up a bit.
For the past couple of days Spain has been and still is enjoying a fair bit of much needed rainfall (snow on the mountains) over the whole country. It will take a lot, lot more rain before the reservoirs are even a third full however.
Virtually empty reservoir in Castile y Léon
The temperature is still in the teens tho’ so I’m quite happy.
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My out-of-date nursing skills are no longer needed. She-who-has-been-mended is tearing up the tarmac on the road to recovery. Her physioterrorist is amazed at her progress and they are teamed up in a game of “let’s-see-exactly-how-much-we-can-improve-this-supposedly-non-improvable-nerve-damaged-leg”.
My skills at housework (negligible), laundry (adequate), childcare (so-so … the grandchild is a pre-teen, it’s not easy!), taxi driver (awesome), nagging mother (extremely awesome) and cooking (even more extremely awesome), remain in demand.
So, with the patient, the above described ex-nurse and the sometimes sulky pre-teen all feeling like the walls are closing in, my regular reader will be totally gob-smacked to learn … I Have A Plan and what’s more The Plan Will Be Implemented.
It’s called the Half-way Plan (because K’s halfway through the post op recovery period) ; we are all, including LWD, going camping in the New Forest for a couple of days/nights in R0X1! The mended-one insists she is able to get up the steps into my bed (I’ll be in the bed that necessitates use of a ladder, she’s not that limber yet) and The Smart Pre-teen gets a brand new tent (well he has to have somewhere to go if he has a strop, and at least he won’t be able to slam the door!).
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The previous campsite was ideal for a warm up and a hot shower, the bar and tapas was on the good side too. The views of the Nevadas were great but the rather noisy road between us and the (gritty) beach did not tempt us to remain more than 2 nights. The forecast for the weekend was not brilliant either so we’ve moved further north to just outside Almeria where the forecast today is for “spotty rain” and it’s due to become warm and sunny (allegedly) next week.
The A7 autovia is a marvel of engineering with long tunnels and equally long viaducts alternating through the mountains and over the valleys and frequent coastal views. Tom, who has not been updated for a good while, was under the mistaken impression that the autovia had not quite been completed and diverted me to the old coastal road for about 12K. I felt I was on one of those roads you see in films or car ads; steep climbs and descents, sweeping curves and tight bends, the cliff edge with a drop a few hundred feet down to the Mediterranean just 9 inches away on my right. Plenty of miradors to stop in and enjoy the coastal vistas. Joy – I bet I was grinning again!
Arriving here was a bit of an anticlimax but the site is very spacious and the welcome an improvement on the previous site so with the beach a little further away but no noisy road to cross I warmed to it very rapidly. Last night I held a solo planning meeting, the Bezzies and I are about to part company as they have to return the T5 to Malaga in a few days. I’ve routed myself via Barcelona for the journey north and am determined that this time I will get to see the interior of the Sagrida Familia.
Whilst out with Daize this morning I also decided to email Maxine and Karin to see how close they are. The answer was “Very” as I delightedly discovered, before I could even send the query, returning round the back of R0X1 to be greeted by a grinning Max with Charley! (They’d recognised the gaffer tape on the broken window!!) They’ve been here about a week and are parked just a few vans away – wine o’clock may be a bit noisy tonight …
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