We were determined to have a roast dinner on Christmas day. This took some planning and culminated in an effort to roast a chicken. We acquired a roasting tin and some charcoal and planned to roast said chicken in tin (raised off base of tin) over an open charcoal fire. We weren’t quite sure if we were supposed to have a fire, but (perhaps recklessly) proceeded anyway. We made an effort to keep the fire some 
distance from the tinder dry flora and had many litres of water on standby. The vans were parked on a lay-by next to a small country road and we stationed our fire about 50m metres down a neighbouring dirt track. All went well and after two hours we had an amazing roast chicken. 
After dinner we began the mammoth task of opening all our (four of us) Christmas presents! This took some time and we were all grateful for the tasty and thoughtful presents!
The next morning, however, didn’t go quite as smoothly as we’d hoped. Two 4wd vehicles pulled up and seemed quite annoyed that Jon and Helen’s van was partly blocking the dirt track off the lay-by. They could’ve easily driven past, but were trying to make a point by being awkward. It then dawned on me that there was still an obvious burnt out fire fifty yards down the dirt track (possibly their land)! I told jon to take a little bit of time moving and discretely (ish) headed down the track. I didn’t have much time, and began to frantically launch charcoal, rocks and semi-burnt wood in the bushes. Not sure if the Spanish guys were watching, but there was nothing subtle about my wind milling arms and debris flying off in all directions. I returned to the vans, whilst trying in vain to hide my soot covered hands! The Spanish guys looked suspicious, but headed off down the track and no questions were aksed…
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