View from a bridge - the bridge - first thing this morning.

Faye and I both ventured into Ronda today, Faye on her morning run, me on my bike to get a few supplies. We both ended up crossing the iconic bridge right in the centre, and for me it brought back great memories both of cycling into town many years ago with Faye, pre-marriage and pre-living in Spain, and of visiting with Barry, Chris and the kids much more recently. It was also exciting to not feel in the middle of nowhere all of a sudden!

We had a fun episode involving the campsite trees today. While Faye and the kids were playing badminton, they got the shuttlecock stuck in some tree branches. Dylan threw his flip flop up to knock it down, which worked, only then they had a flip flop stuck in the tree. So I was called to help. After telling Dylan off for flicking his flip flop up there (not realising he'd been instructed to...), I apologised to him, and then tried to get the flip flop down with Skye's tennis ball... only for that to get stuck too.

Eventually I concocted an unfeasibly long pole by joining both of the kayak paddles together, stood on a chair, and with lots of "a bit to the left, a bit to the right!" from the kids, eventually knocked them both back down again. Drama over.

We all had turns at the pool this afternoon, Dylan, Maya and me all diving in and scoring each other, and Faye not actually making it into the pool, just enjoying a bit of "Kindle time" away from us lot...

Dinner at the restaurant again this evening (it is the end of our holiday, after all), where the kids hooked up with three boys from two Gibraltarian families who are on the site and were eating at the same time - turns out they'd been here all week, and are actually going tomorrow, sadly. Our kids have a habit of making new friends a few hours before their families leave.

We realised those families were the first Gibraltarian people we've seen in two months - they say a Gibraltarian will only ever go "half a tank of petrol from home", due to the huge difference in fuel prices between Gibraltar and Spain, so true to form in this case! 

But hearing that familiar accent and knowing we're only an hour or so from home has inevitably got us thinking about being back - it's quite nice that we are going to Estepona first, though, for a bit of a "soft landing" before back to Gib, school and all the rest.