Time to leave our lovely Fuzeta – shame, because there’s something going on on the sea-front which my nosiness is aching to visit and also I’m feeling really sad about leaving this place. However, time for Nely, the lovely Portuguese lady to come and inspect the apartment, and it’s off along the motorway into Spain. We bi-pass Seville and drive through a beautiful Andalucian village called La Puebla de Cazalla. The place is crawling with guitarists, just packing up from Sunday lunchtime sessions. We drive up into the hills and find a great camping spot…the wild flowers are really pretty here and the birds provide a magnificent soundtrack….