The clocks leapt forward but the Gorse Fox was having trouble with technology... he couldn't remember how to reset his watch (which normally resets itself from the atomic clock - but is out of range here in the Canary Islands). After giving up on the watch he read the papers and made plans for the day.

Walking south and east from the bungalow brought the Silver Vixen and Gorse Fox through San Blas and under the flight path of arriving and departing flights. From there they headed down onto the volcanic scree that forms a small beach and walked across to the neighbouring village of Los Abrigos. This beach is currently a scene of desolation as various buiding projects grind slowly onwards just up the valley. Eventually it will all be landscaped and have a proper promenade, but for now debris litters the volcanic outcrops and GF couldn't help but think of this in terms of John Prescott's impact on England - fruitless, destructive, desolate, and awaiting someone with imagination and intellect to make good the neglect.

Finally the duo arrived at Los Abrigos. This lovely fishing village nestles round the harbour which is lined with restaurants. over the years SV+GF have eaten at several of them and always been delighted by the service and the food.

Trying several times to call Cousteau-cub in Thailand proved fruitless so SV+GF moved on from their perch on the harbour wall and headed back towards San Blas where they stopped for refreshments. The afternoon was spent with books in the back garden. Some thin, high cloud moved in and it became very windy for about an hour, but soon quitened down.


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