Warming up after a chilly swim in the river Tyne (minus the fog!) got me contemplawting the endless stretch of beautiful beaches in sunny Marbella - my Mediterranean pawadise.
Camping Marbella beach campsite, was just 3 minutes from the beach and our motorhome under the trees was among caravans and permanent homes for long-stayers.
Cookie, colourful and higgly piggly, it was difurent than anywhere else we’d been.
Every other day, we went running, I was off the lead and in and out of the water though I had to be careful of the fishermen and their lines. Each time we went further and one day we came across the nudist beach – well I didn’t know where to look! – a real sight fur sore eyes.
One day we turned right and walked for miles - almost to Marbella. The guys kept stopping for refreshments and I got loads of water from waiters and waitresses. I spent a lot of time surfin’ in the waves.
When the boss flew to England for three days, Steve and I had a shopping expawdition, walking our hind legs off - I’m sure he was totally lost! Try as I mutt, I couldn’t get him back to the beach. Loaded down with provisions, we finally returned to our site along the sand - well it was the leashed he could do!
One night, after a long run and swim, I was pooped and happy to sleep as the folks dressed up fur dinner - what a transformation. They went to Le Papillon Restaurante and Beach Club where Steve and I had sat and watched the sun set, and they looked pawticularly pawgeaous.
What a supaw time - on a gloomy day I paws and reflect on my pawfect stay.
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Le Papillon Restaurante and Beach Club - check latest information re Covid-19.