We left Chez Gendon under a cloudy sky, which soon turned to heavy rain. This lasted for most of the journey. Not the best way to leave France. The journey was plagued with hold ups due to accidents in the often heavy traffic, it was like driving on British motorways! Our destination was Camping Zaurautz in the Basque region of northern Spain. We have stayed here twice before and love the place. The campsite is on top of a steep hill overlooking the town and the bay. The one downside - I feel old there, it is full of young, slim surfers. The surfers have to be very fit as after a day in the waves they are obliged to carry their gear up approximately a mile of steep footpaths.
The bar on site, where we ate, is very good. I had cream of white beans, grilled fish and cake, plus two beers. Jan had mixed salad followed by chicken escalope with chips, and cake as well of course. The ‘menu of the day’ that they were ordered from is just 11€ each, including beer.
That evening we were visited by my friend Andrea and her parents. Andrea has just returned to her home town of Bilbao to start a new job after studying and working in Madrid for a couple of years. We first met when she attended one of my classes and then frequently used my studio. Her final project at college was a timeline of photographic processes from the invention of photography through to modern techniques. She used eighteen processes in total. Following this she went on to complete a Masters in fashion photography and digital retouching in Madrid before finding employment there as a retoucher. During her time in Manchester we became good friends and it is always a joy to meet up wit her again.
A great first evening in Spain.