Porris & Los Abrigos

Wind. Wind was the theme that blasted through the day. Gorse Fox woke up to the sound of the wind howling in from the sea, and whilst there was little cloud it was certainly not calm!

Wandering out to get the paper it was clear that the south and east of the island were cloud-free, but the west was covered in heavy bank of low cloud. This helped us decide on the day's strategy. We headed up the east coast.

We didn't have a specific destination in mind, but Candelaria seemed like a good spot. (We had enjoyed our day there last year). As we continued north, however, it became clear that we were heading back into cloud. A smart about turn at the next motorway junction routed us back the way we'd come. We chose Porris de Abona to stop.

Porris, whilst close to the motorway, seems off the beaten track. A sleepy little harbour around which a village has grown, with a mixture of housing styles suiting all sorts. They have been spending some effort on the sea front, where a nicely tiled promenade has been built, and at various points there were steps for bathers to get down from the rocks into the crystal clear water below. We wandered round Porris for quite a while, concluding that even by our standards it was quiet. We stopped for some lunch at a local restaurant (where it appears all of the locals go). It was bedlam in there, but 10E bought us a good lunch before we headed back to the car.

We decided to head back to our place and spend the afternoon in the garden with our books. Our patch of the island was still in bright sunshone, though the wind was so strong it was moving the garden furniture around the patio as we read. It was like having a poltergeist for company.

The wind continued to howl into the evening. We headed for Restaurante Los Abrigos. To avoid the various restaurant touts at all the places we would normally have to walk past, we cut through the back streets and avoided all the hassle. As usual the place was beginning to get busy, but we had no trouble getting a table. We went to select our choice of fish. The Silver Vixen chose the prawns... which, as described last year, are the size of small bananas; the Gorse Fox had fresh Dorada. As we finished our meals we sat and watched the sun go down, turning the clouds pink and edging them with a glow against the weakening blue of the evening sky. Exquisite.