With teams departing early and heading back towards France to our destination of Err, we had a more leisurely start. It gave me an opportunity to look at our gearbox issue. It also gave Jo an opportunity to fix the skylight that she broke. 
It is now taped up and (hopefully) waterproof. It'll do until we get home.
I need that damn tool to get in to the gearbox. Really annoyed I took it out of the van now.
We headed off to find a suitable beach for snorkelling. Their flight wasn't until the late afternoon so we had time. We failed to find a beach, it was more of a rocky cove with sharp rocks and crystal clear water. Pleasant to look at but painful to walk on. 
They even let me borrow one of the masks and snorkels. Grey fish and many sea urchins. 
Cap De Creus is a protected marine area just north of Roses. Allegedly there are whales and dolphins out there but with all of the speed boats zapping past, they've probably all been turned in to mincemeat.
Girona was nice. Olde worlde narrow cobbled streets and restaurants aplenty. 
It's somewhere I'd be happy to return to for a weekend.
Kath failed to turn up on time. I guess this is where her daughters get their abysmal timekeeping from. She blamed the pilot. As a result we trailed in to camp at about 11pm, only to find a raucous bunch of reprobates still up drinking and socialising. I grabbed a lump of cheese and a cold beer and joined them. That gear box will just have to wait another day.
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