Massive storm overnight with rain hammering on the ceiling until about 5am.
We have moved about 30 miles down the coast and are near a little town called Conil de la Frontera.
The campsite was soaked and full of enormous puddles this morning, so we got out the walking boots, waterproof trousers and jackets and headed for the coast.
It reminded me of our trip around Scotland in August, except that Spain at the end of November is much warmer.
The sea was rough and sounded fantastic and we found a seafront bar that was open. We sat outside, enjoyed the view with a little glass of wine and watched a storm heading our way.
The lightning strikes on the sea, and the thunder was very dramatic, but it seemed to be passing us by.
We managed to reach the town while it was still dry, then we sheltered behind a closed cafe while the tail end of the storm hit.
Afterwards, we had a quick wander through the mainly closed and deserted tourist town, then headed back home in brilliant sunshine.
On second thoughts, it was nothing like Scotland at all.
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