Mosquito is Spanish for pest: flies and humans. The campsite filled with people who'd never seen tents, but had definitely packed booze. The lads that looked bothersome were actually sweet and turned their music down. Our 4am neighbours however...
Don't camp until flights to Spain are back.
Cafes weren't open, so we stopped for pie and mash at the campsite. Piglet melted an old, tanned biker's heart. He stalled and sat waving to her, childlike.
Our short walk turned into a six mile jaunt along the north shore. Wild cherries either side of the half-way mark perked us up.