Maya pleased with putting the ball into the hole on the crazy golf course.

Sometime before dawn this morning saw Faye clambering over a rather large locked sliding gate across the road at the front of the campsite, heading off on her 20-mile run into the hills. It's been a bit of a theme of this trip, happening more than once - I understand locking campsites to vehicles, but pedestrians too?

Faye says one of the good things about running with a head torch at night, though, is that you don't really know you're running uphill if the hill is gradual, so it's a nice surprise on the way back when it's light! The joys of committed ultra running.

Another theme of the trip is me feeling lazy on a Sunday, as it is not one of my running days - and today was no exception. It was a day of lots of food, lots of reading, a bit of music (on headphones - this is a "no noise" campsite, not that the French motor homers next door with their loud TV blaring out soap operas seem to have got the message), and languidly refreshing the football scores on my phone.

The view down across Ronda from the mirador at the top of the campsite.

It was also, inevitably, a day of starting to plan the next few days back home. We need to hit the ground running, with visitors arriving within a week and a broken oven to repair back in Gibraltar. All thoughts of those things could wait, though, because this evening we treated ourselves to our third meal out on the trot, in the same campsite restaurant. They attempted to deal with the wasps by putting a pot of burning coffee on our table, which seemed to work - a good tip.

The kids flipped back and forth from the table to the crazy golf course that they've taken a shine to, while we chatted, looking back over the last two months. Faye thinks two months is about right, feeling she wants her own bed now, but also that maybe those thoughts have only arisen because it's time to go home. I tend to agree, although the argument is (if you pardon the pun) academic, due to the length of our trip being governed by the school holidays.

So - packing up and making the one-hour hop over the mountains to the coast, and Estepona, in the morning!