Having just written that I'm not saying anymore, there's one last thing - there's something about the clique that I don't like, can't put my finger on it, and I'm not alone. We met another English lady, Carol, a solo motorhomer who parked there. She thought it was creepy and moved on after one night. Incidentally, this intrepid lady was also treated to a special viewing at another village down the road. A man dropped his trousers and revealed his trinkets. So close to Christmas, he felt the need to display his baubles. Poor Carol was unimpressed and not needing to be shown twice, she moved on again. And she was parked next to a church. There's a joke in there somewhere about Christmas Carols but I can't think it through.
Anyway, we're at the Aire in Silves. Last year there were rumours that the scoundrels parked next to the pool would come and help themselves to water and dump their waste here while the caretakers were at lunch. This situation has been resolved because there is now a permanent overseer on site. He lives in a tiny elderly yellow campervan. A single bed on one side and a giant flat screen Mac on the other. His long grey hair is tied neatly in a ponytail and his round wire rimmed spectacles sit on his apple cheeks. I was unsurprised when he said he was a spiritualist, a faith healer. He is witty and friendly, we warmed to him instantly and he has a joke in French, English, Dutch or German for guests as they arrive or he collects our daily dues. Still great value at €6.50 a night including electricity, €4.50 without and a 5 minute hot shower costs 50 cents.
We recognised some of the 'vans from Albufeira. They didn't wish their winter to remain one of discontent and moved to these more pleasant and better managed pastures.
Happy travels folks,