An old family favourite campsite from our camping days, we decided to revisit Tarifa and this site for our first multi-night stay anywhere in our campervan.
The site was lush and green compared to the heights of summer, and there were many older – mainly German, super-frendly – people staying longer term in their frankly often amazing hulks of motor homes, dwarfing our little van by comparison.
Skye had a nervous trip (we’ve decided to travel with her in her enclosed dog bed from now on), but soon chilled out, and the weather was amazing: Chilly at night, for sure (we used the diesel heater), but beautiful cloudless skies and unusually, little wind all weekend.
Faye donned her wetsuit and went for a swim in the kitesurfer-less ocean, only meeting one other person, a SUP-er with his dog on board. We both went for runs, too. I ran to Punta Paloma, on the road that goes right through the sand dunes, which was awe inspiring, although hillier than I’d expected. Tarifa is a truly spectacular place, we are so lucky to have it a short drive away.
We ate well, scoffing variously porridge and fruit, home-made chilli with tortilla chips, lentil dahl, hummus with veg dips, plus our fair share of crisps and chocolate. For the first time we put up our popup Cinch tent and actually found two trees so we could use our hammock, so we felt we’d properly “spread out”.
It still felt like far too little time to be away, but our thoughts now turn to Easter two weeks away and the prospect of spending nine days in the van, something we are all hugely looking forward to.