A weekend in . . . Alicante, Spain


I am sitting in the sunshine, squinting at the Mediterranean and wondering whether it would be wise to have one more copa before taking a dip. Toddlers in sun hats are splashing hand in hand with their parents, locals play beach volleyball in their swimwear and couples paddle along the sands. This is mainland Spain and it is twentysomething degrees — in November.

I am in Alicante, a city that barely troubles the top ten of Spain’s most popular weekend break destinations. And yet it is a wonderful city, with numerous budget flight connections from the UK and all the beach culture, tapas-bar obsession and Moorish heritage of its more popular siblings farther along the coast. Yes, this is the gateway to the high-rise resorts…