It is hard to think that the Silver Vixen and the Gorse Fox have been here a full week already. He could become quite accustomed to this lifestyle (if there were decent internet links).

There was a slight haze over the Island as the intrepid duo set out for El Medano. This little town is about 10kms from the bungalow, and is parallel to the airport. It is marked by Montana Rosa, which is the remains of a small volcano, jutting out into the sea. This area is named after the dunes that form in the constant wind that catches this corner of the coast.

We walked first through the town, noting that it was quite busy compared to many of the places we had seen this week. This is the surf centre for the Island and is alive with kite boarders, wind surfers, and all their friends. A vibrant town with some decent beaches nestling between the sculpted dunes.

At the far end of the town we retraced our steps, but continued past the car along the beach towards the mountain. the wind and tide had etched, carved and in places flattened the sands and rocks and we managed to walk up to the base of the mountain. All the time the waves pounded the beach and the wind and kite surfers jockeyed for position in the wide bay. This are would be worth a specific walking trip, and the GF will return at some point to walk up the mountain.

On returning to the bungalow we spoke with both the cubs - one with laryngitis, the other with a chest infection - and settled down to make the most of the sunny afternoon. Friday is one of the big change-over days in tenerife, and we seem to have gained neighbours on both sides today.

[File under: El Medano]