The morning walk is taken in turns and on the day that JC does it, I climb off my shelf and put it away before he leaves the van. It sticks out over the door slightly when down so makes the job of manhandling 2 excited dogs out on leads even more difficult. So I climb into the other bed with a cup of tea before getting up. This morning was no different except that I upset my tea over the bed clothes, and it seemed to catch everything. Both pillows, duvet, and under sheet as well as the top blanket. Groan. The early start is now looking unlikely and the next hour is spent purchasing tokens, dragging washing liquid out from under all the stuff packed away in the garage, washing and tumbling. By now, all whites have become either grey or slightly pink and the slept-in non iron look abides!
I rather grumpily jump back into the van at about 10.30 announcing that I am ready to go when Gybo unusually pushes past me though the slightly ajar door and she is out.
Now we know she is the bestest good girl in the whole world and unlike her son is obedient and comes when called. EXCEPT for sometimes. When we have been on a walk where we have used the car to get there, she will not willingly get back into the car. I remember the first time it happened she was 6 months old and we were running around a field for 2 hours trying to catch her. I was in tears and JC was threatening to drive off and leave her there.
She has crossed the lane now and is racing around the lawn by the site reception area. When she sees us, she goes down on her front paws, bum in the air as if inviting us to play and then she is away again, jumping and frolicking like a young puppy. So she knows she is doing wrong. Neither of us can keep a straight face and we have learnt that we won't now persuade her to come to us. So we return to the van, and she sits and waits for a while and then saunters over. It is now 11.00.
By the time we have emptied the grey water in the designated grey water emptying area, emptied the loo in the chemical disposal area and filled up with water, it is midday. And we finally set off.
We had been told about a wild camping place just above Albufeira. It is by the side of a 'Barragem'. This is the name for a dam in Portugese and where there is a Barragem there is usually a large car park overlooking the water. An obvious wild camping site for motorhomes. Barragem Do Arade is beautiful and there are 2 large car parks where a cluster of international motorhomes have gathered.
We are now only 25 odd miles from the south coast. The wind has dropped and now at 6.15pm, it is still in double figures in the saddle bag, so I think we made the right decision.
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Location:Barragem do Arade
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