I was very bored today. Sitting around is not agreeing with me. We agreed that the time has come to get on with our stay and that we cannot maintain a permanent presence at the van in the possibly vain hope of Chloé returning. I strapped my ankle up, donned sturdy shoes and a sun hat and we walked to the lighthouse by the footpath and back by the forest track. I called for Chloé all the way but had no luck.
We went to the site restaurant tonight, planning to order Paella. No. Apparently it now has to be ordered 24 hours in advance, so we will try again later in the week.
I opted for pasta (naughty!) with a mushroom and truffle cream sauce and Mr Snail had the Lomo with egg and chips. There was far too much pasta for somebody who has consumed none whatsoever for the past nine months. I couldn’t finish it but only because I found it very heavy going and heavy on my digestion – there was nothing wrong with the dish itself as the pasta was Al dents and the mushrooms plentiful and tasty. Both were plain and simple dishes. Both were of acceptable quality. Both were in fact miles better than Monday night’s meal. Washed down with a bottle of Cava Brut Nature and topped off with Panna Cotta and excellent coffee, we didn’t feel robbed at 44€. It was a pleasant evening, with cheerful and efficient service. You would not have thought it to be the same establishment.
After dinner we took Nell for a moonlit stroll through the wood and down to the sea, in the hope of spotting Chloé out on a nightime prowl. No luck with Chloé, despite my repeatedly urging Nell to "go find Chloé!" but we not only did some star-gazing and saw a stray meteorite, but were also able to enjoy the startling sight of bioluminescence in the waves.
Sheer magic.
Dusty remains very quiet but is now bearing weight on his leg and seems less lacklustre than he was. He is still eating well. I think he is going to be fine. We have been comparing our swollen legs. He wins this time, I think.