No need to rush this morning, most of the town will be closed and we plan to have a late afternoon main meal. A tooting horn announces the arrival of the breadvan from which Ali buys a loaf for breakfast.

Good sunshine means the new solar panel is doing its stuff and we can charge both wheelchair batteries.

Ali and Grete wander along the Bajo de Gaia road along the seafront to find the restaurant mentioned in Lonely Planet.

At 15:00 we set off for the 500m walk to the restaurant which specialises in local fish and seafood. Olives and tortillas are placed on the table after we have ordered our dishes. Ali + Nick W plough through a bowl of clams in garlic sauce. Grete and Nick C select salads which arrive as a huge bowlful each.

We have learned that in Spanish restaurants the food arrives when it is ready and not necessarily all together, so the main courses arrive while we're still on starters but it doesn't matter here as the clams become another part of the massive fish platter for two that Ali and NW wade into. Meanwhile salads can be eaten with our fish dishes; baby sole and baby mullet. Baby appears to be a euphamism for undersize catch not thrown back. There are about 10 fish on the plate of sole and the red mullet is more like a plate of whitebait. Sold or served in the UK would bring out the quota police in no time but it's all very well cooked and tasty, if unusual to us as having no accompaniment, just whole, fried fish and a bit of lemon. We wash it down with a bottle of semi-dry white Barbadillo that we saw yesterday in the bodega. Pudding is a fruit sponge and egg-custard flan.

With no need for an evening meal we spend the evening in our own vans. A good bit of music while looking at photos then an early night.