A really wild thunderstorm last night – we were sort of prepared, with the topper on the roof, and awning side panels attached. However, my tailgate prop didn’t do a proper job as a horizontal awning support, and in the morning there was a huge pool of water on the awning, causing a massive sag.
During a lul in the continuing rain we took a walk into El Puerto, first along by the river, then into the town’s heart. My mother said she kept expecting to see “dusky maidens” leaning from the balconies.
Ben and Jack outside the town’s church
It started raining, and I fled back with Jack on my shoulders, leaving my parents and Clare sheltering in a supermarket with Ben, trying to get a taxi back to the campsite.
They bought Pizza and salads which I cooked on the Cadac and we washed down with a basic Rioja. It rained for much of the night.