It’s now Wednesday. We left Bee & Billy’s on Saturday; Gibraltar is only about an hour from their house and we haven’t got there yet. We detoured off the A7 into Estapona and didn’t come out again for two days. If you’re ever thinking of holidaying in Spain have a look at this place; clean, blue flag beaches, long wide promenade with a liberal dose of beach bars and a superb cycle path from one end to the other. The whole town felt friendly and welcoming.
Camping for free is technically illegal in Spain. What we, and everyone else in motorhomes do, is park for long periods. As long as you don’t do anything obvious like wind out an awning or clutter the place up with folding chairs and tie a washing line to the nearest lamp post you’ll be fine. Although we’ve heard of people staying put for weeks, we always try to keep a low profile and only have one or two nights anywhere. Fresh water isn’t a problem, there aren’t as many taps with drinking water as there are in France but they do exist, and if we really come unstuck and run out then it’s only 69cents for 8 litres.
So on Wednesday we pulled the pins and set off again. We did intend to go to Gib, really we did, but after a morning spent in a huge Carrefour followed by an unsuccessful trip to Mcwifi, (where neither the wifi nor the coffee machine were working; Ronald may be getting a letter!) we put it off till tomorrow. Instead, on a whim half-way round a roundabout, we followed a little white road up to Castillo de Castellar; a smashing little fortified town on top of a big hill overlooking a beautiful lake.