We get the van tidied and serviced and Ali puts away the laundry we were able to do on this enormous and well equipped site. It is obvious that some are here for long periods with their outdoor floor coverings and tent-sheds. We leave at 12:00 and follow the main road along the coast towards Cartegena. We've all been there so won't be visiting that attractive town today. We have jagged dog-toothed mountains on one side and the sea on the other. The middl...

We wake to sunshine with the trees behind us lit up in beautiful colours. Although the air is crisp the sun is lovely and warm, cheering us no end. At 10:30 we go into the motor museum, which is only €3 entry. Inside are over 150 motorcycles, scooters and motorcycle derived transport dating between the 1920s and 70s. Nearly every exhibit is in 'factory' condition, beautifully turned out with many information boards in English. There are unusual - to u...

We wake to partly cloudy skies as the waves are still crashing in and enjoy a fat-boy breakfast before setting off just before midday. Our drive takes us through Gandia, Denia and Xabia with a variety of scrubby hillsides, limestone outcrops and orange and lemon plantations. We stop in Denia for a quick cup of soup before picking up the route from the 'Back Roads of Spain' book. Probably one of our hairiest rides yet as the road swoops around the Cata de Gorgo...

We have to wait to have our electric hook up unlocked before we can leave. At 12:00 we drive 3 miles into Peniscola, park easily under the old town wall and enter up the ramp through the arched gateway. The narrow streets are paved with pebbles arranges in various patterns and all polished smooth by feet and tyres. The sea is visible over the wide stone ramparts on our right, while to our left white plastered buildings tower above us. The buildings have b...

Last night the wind raged on unabated, blasting its way down from the snowy peaks and hammering across the vast flat delta. The van rocked quite violently at times, like we were travelling at high speed on a motorway with crosswinds. The skylights rattled and a few times we wondered if they'd be ripped open. This morning we're still rocking and freezing until the sun comes up, lighting up the mountains in stripes of strata. By the time we've had a big por...