Crowds

A crystal clear sky greeted the Gorse Fox when he opened up the doors to the garden. It looked promising. A leisurely breakfast, and a wander through the Sunday papers gave the clouds an opportunity to gather behind the mountain and then sneak up on us whilst not concentrating. It was clear that we would have to move round the coast to follow the sun.

We headed along to Los Christianos where we joined the sea of humanity that was wandering up or down the promenade. We decided to wander up towards Las Americas - taking our lives in our hands as we we dodged motability scooters, cyclists, and Police motorbikes - and that's to say nothing of the various vendors trying to accost us offering sunglasses (we were wearing them), caps (the Gorse Fox was wearing a hat), perfume (the Silver Vixen smelled nice anyway - Eau du The) and cameras (the Gorse Fox had his round his neck).

Near the area known as Veronica's we turned back and retraced our steps, stopping eventually for a fine glass of cold Weissbier and some lunch. The coast had remained sunny, but it was clearly foul inland -with heavy dark clouds dumping their contents on the mountain sides.

We returned to the villa for what was left of the afternoon.