Friday 8th December

   

Having made a picnic lunch for everyone, our son then drove us all eastwards towards Nerja, a journey of about fifty miles. Our first stop took us to Almuñécar, where we turned off the main highway, and travelled down a steep, windy road to a cove that had a great little beach bar.

Morning coffee, sitting in the warmth of the December sun, looking out over the sparkling sea, was just perfect. We ate our picnic lunch further down the beach, then lay out to soak up some vitamin D. Following a short nap, we explored the length of the beach, finding at one end a narrow route to a second cove, but we did not continue any further ~ a sign painted on the side of the rock face proclaimed “Playa Nudista”…… we were not ready to strip off, expose our bodies and go ‘au naturel’!

In fact, on the beach where we were sitting there were a number of naked people sunbathing or swimming.  It was a perfect spot to spend the warmest part of the day; not too crowded, great sandstone cliffs, clear sea and fabulous blue skies.

Later on we drove back into Nerja and explored the old town, stopping for a beer, and then to watch another spectacular sunset. 

Not sure what you would have made of the nudist beach, although I wouldn’t put it past you to throw off all your clothes and ‘make like a native’! When in Rome, and all that.

We do miss you sweetie, and talk about you all the time.

Love you so much.

Precious Angel son

xxxxxx