We wake up to a beautiful morning, eat rather unpleasant packaged croissants from an unnamed supermarket (with a rather better cup of coffee) and take to the road again. We pass flat-roofed Andalucian houses, their white walls dazzling in the sunshine, churches with Moorish domes and streets lined with trees heavy with oranges. 

As we continue, the terrain varies through industrial valleys and acres of olive groves. Then we see the snowy peaks of the Sierra Nevada in the distance…we find an excellent campsite with a manager so helpful he deserves a medal (maybe he has one)…in a pleasant suburb of Grenada called La Zubia.