Tuesday 16 January 2018

124. Free grub

CONIL DE LA FRONTERA, CADIZ, SPAIN

Camp Invite
My Mum is home with a clear bill of health, great message to start the day.

Roman talking to Aunt and Uncle
Lovely catchup with brother Douglas and Anna-Marie this morning on the phone. While talking, Roman appeared in his PJ's and had a great catchup on the phone also, actually participating in dialogue which is unusual. Delighted to hear that nephew Lucas passed his exams with excellence which is wonderful and opens up a world of opportunity - well done Lucas.

A few days ago, while sitting outside eating my breakfast, the camp restaurant managers walked by distributing the attached brochure inviting all the camp to a free lunch today to celebrate the upcoming festival of San Sebastián.
Audrey, Maisey, Claire and Matthew
We teamed up with Edward's (Roman's friend) family and got there half an hour early as we knew the silver top campers would be prompt for any free feed and we weren't wrong many tables already staked out when we got there. The meal proved satisfactory to all but the two young boys and afterwards we moved out into the sun and enjoyed a pleasant afternoon sitting in the sun while the children skated and cycled on the smooth area we were in. Afterwards we moved to Matthew and Claire's where they made up a meal for all while we did battle untangling and erecting their fairy lights.

Hand hoe touches.
Now things are drying out the local farmer is out in his field joining the campsite. I was woken this morning by the sound of a two-stroke engine being used properly, sounding like an outboard. Turned out it was a hand operated cultivator that was about two metres wide and made no smoke. It appeared to be cultivating nearly an acre per hour which is very impressive. I understand that they get three crops per year here.

There is talk that we may team up with Claire and Matthew to head into Morocco which would be brilliant - here's hoping.


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