After checking with
reception that there were free pitches, we wandered around what turned out to
be a very quirky set-up indeed!
Mainly catering for chalet guests, the campsite had set aside a couple
of areas where campers could choose where and how they pitched – a sort of
mediated anarchy, where getting there first is always an advantage! For us, it
meant that we swerved the interesting ‘lawned’ area, which was chocca (and too
much direct sun for us seasoned shade-seekers) and we ended up in a wooded
glade, surrounded by longer term chalet owners, with an interesting little
community near us.
With a wonderfully clear
night full of stars, and a very low level of ambient light on the pitch, we
were treated to a fabulous starry night as we settled down to sleep, with just
the tinkling of bells from the local goats as background noise. Until, that is,
the goats decided it was time for a full-on goat rave on the beach and what had
started as a gentle tinkling soon turned into a cacophonous clanking as the
goats partied on until the wee small hours!
Next day on our way to the
beach, we could see evidence of just what a good time the goats had been
having, as their droppings escorted us along the road to the beach and onto the
dunes! Luckily, they’d stopped short of the beach itself and we were able to
laze away a fabulous few days reading, swimming and walking as the weather set
into a reliable high 20s with clear blue skies.
We had plans to take a walk
up to the tower that sat astride the headland at one end of the beach, in
classic Sardinian style – but the pull of the sea (without Posidonia!) and sand
won out, as we enjoyed the freedom of a beach walk without limits!
Our idleness even extended during
our stay, to a take-away pizza cooked over wood one evening, followed by two
more at the restaurant on our final night! Normally choosing to shop and cook
for ourselves, the relaxed vibe was easy to extend into our eating habits – and
as this is Italy after all, what’s not to love about proper pizza and a jug of chilled
local red?
Eventually deciding it was
time to move on (luckily in advance of our secluded glade suddenly becoming
over-busy with vans parked up in very
close proximity!) we concluded we’d go for ‘more please’ just up the coast near
the port of Arbatax, as we made our way steadily northwards. Fingers crossed that it would deliver!
S&J
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