Spain 2016 - Costa Marim market again

We have been having exceptionally high tides. Dad talks about a "spring tide" being higher and we wondered if it had anything to do with the spring equinox.

From the terrace, low tide. Marsh in the foreground and mud flats beyond.

This was the highest tide we had seen, aided by an East wind to fill this part of the harbour.

Of course this resulted in some Internet research and I learned that a "spring" tide is when the gravitational pull of the moon and sun are aligned, occurring at a new and full moon, so twice a month. No mention of higher tides in the spring, so I suspect this is a combination of spring tide and wind.

Another way of gauging the tides is by looking at the posts of the floating docks at the marina. Lots of post showing = low tide.

Same post, high tide.

Not much wind today so the rowers came over from Isla Christina and into the marina.

The Costa Marim market is only once a month and it was today, in spite of the fact that we were up late after picking up Joan at the airport last night, we headed across the border to experience it again.

I saw a lot of people carrying plants they had purchased. Makes me want to get in the garden.

Figs were popular and looked delicious but I couldn't find dates, those, I would have bought.

Salt fish. Not appealing at all but lots of it here.

About three quarters of the market is clothing etc. This T - shirt reminded me of Peter and Pam's, Zoe, who used to wave her paws like this.

Necklaces strung on cork and there were cork wallets and purses too.

Joan called these an "overall", they are like an apron. I see women here wearing them, over their clothes, to do their housework. They seem very old fashioned.

I took a side street of market stalls and ended up in the "food court". There were vehicles that looked like a Canadian food truck but they were a bar/cafe/restaurant and had tables and chairs set out under tarps (for the shade). They were doing good business.

Beside that area were long BBQs cooking big slabs of bacon and whole butterflied chickens. The smell was wonderful.

Music carrying across the market, fueled by a bottle of red.

I went back through the market to find Mum, Dad and Joan at the cafe at the entrance. They had bought some cheese and some cakes (from some students earning money for a school trip, we bought from them last time).
After lunch I again spent some time at the pool, sunning and reading and then we went to Sonrisa for a glass of wine and to show Joan the beach.

Again, lots of little boats out racing.

I asked a woman who had a scope looking at the racing, what kind of boats they were. She said they were Optimists, 120 of them and that it was the Andalusian Cup. The winners would go to the Spanish cup races.