Camping is fine in Spain.
In winter the place is full of Northern Europeans in campervans/motorhomes. A lot of the coastal campsites are chocka, but many people prefer to wild camp by the beach.
Partly for cost, but partly because it’s nice.
Summer is a pain because it is full of noisy families, and the staff on camp sites can’t keep up to the cleaning fast enough.
Anyway we splashed out on our first “proper” holiday in five years and paid for a camp site. I nearly died – 35Euros!!!! A night!!!!! And that was charging us for a small tent. Since when have the prices gone up so much?
You can still get a hotel for that price, although admittedly it won’t be set in the midst of idyllic woodland where you can sit outside all day enjoying the peace and tranquility.
Nor will your Excitable Land Rover Partner go round every French person on site who he sees in a Land Rover asking them where they have been and discussing riveting things like parabolic springs.
He was very happy that all the Land Rovers he saw entering the site came to park next to us. Our own little colony of Land Rovers.
Never let it be said the French aren’t polite though. The guy opposite with a Defender was happily setting off for the toilet in the morning – quite clearly clutching his toilet roll – when Excitable Land Rover Partner collared him to discuss tyres and springs.
Did Adrian notice the toilet roll? No. Did the French guy stand there patiently when he quite clearly wanted to be somewhere else? Yes.
I did have a quiet word with Adrian when I could stop laughing, but it won’t be of any use. If he wants to talk about Land Rovers with someone he would probably follow them down to the toilet block if necessary. And back. Without pausing for breath.