The real crux of this pitch business for long stayers ( a technical term), is the sun. Which is mostly governed as you can imagine by the tree formation on the site. The pitch we moved into yesterday has sun all day until 4.00 ish but is definately too small and having done the full reccee, there is not much else to choose. Whilst discussing this, the van on our starboard aft quarter. ie next to Kevin an Anne, moved out so whilst there is a small tree creating some shade at certain times on this pitch, we would get the evening sun which suits our gin and tonic habits. Also, Kevin had told JC his entire life story by this time so we figured we would be safe to move next door to them. Up anchor and resettle into new pitch. Just as we had finished organising all the faffage. I look up at the tree and decide that actually the van ought to be at right angles to its present orientation to get more sunshine. Telling Jc resulted in a deluge of stuff, but mostly using words like impossible, woman, difficult and NO. Meanwhile our Kev who I think had overheard us has decided that he would like to move his van 90 degrees and if we go first it will be easier for him. Anne is on her 27th ciggy of the day and is shrugging a lot. Then our new french neighbours get involved. Not speaking English they explain how if we rotate the van we will loose the evening sun. By now rotating is not an issue and we stay where we are.
Kevin's move is not without effort. He has full royal blue perimeter windbreak forming a large enclosed garden. This is supported by numerous stakes which he has carefully hammered into the ground. There is a ground sheet, with a patterned mat on which is the collapsible table and 4 chairs. ( 2 for them and 2 for visitors). The gas bottles and water carrying trolley are stored on the ground sheet in the corner and he has also set up a washing line between the trees. The latter being the only thing that doesn't have to be moved.
The other big subject in the campsite is satellite receivers and dishes. How big, which country, how many programmes. Walking around there are a few really large dishes bolted onto wooden pallets and taking up a corner of a pitch. Kevin wants one.
Later that day the enormous dish is wheeled round to his van. He is learning quickly about how it all works and as quickly it becomes apparent his pitch is all wrong for sattelite. There are three enormous trees between him and the satellite he wants to lock onto. He will have to move!
Meanwhile we explore the beach. This area of the beach is completely sheltered by the sand spits running parallel to it and apparently is heaving in the summer when the town operates a ferry to the island of Armona.
There is a river running into the sea here which forms a natural sheltered harbour for many small fishing boats who sell their catch at the town's fish market. The fish here are probably the freshest I have ever seen on a fish stall and it is lovely to see.
On our return to the site Kevin has moved into our old pitch and Anne is watching 'Cash in the attic' and they seem very happy.
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