21_06_16

Wall to wall sunshine.

Off running errands.

Biking on a Brompton.

Mountains and sunsets.

An addition to the quiet anchorage.

Drop, drop, drop.

Bad shoulder.

Traumatologist. What a great job title.

The expert passes his eye.

The inside view.

We’re getting used to this view.

A morning walk.

Tip top grapefruit point.

Grapefruit point. With Grapefruit.

All peeled and all digits still intact.

Soak those aching tootsies.

Days like these.

The view from above.

Mountain goats show us the way.

Smooth, smooth water.

The blistering sun shines down.

Ruffian on rocks.

Anchor in sand.

Larry goes for an outing.

Ruffian is all alone (but not for long).

So flat there are reflections.

Paddleboard tastic.

Fiona is in there somewhere.

And we’re off.

All calm and collected.

Ruffian sits under blue skies.

We’re upwind bound.

Ready for the tsunami.

Look who we found.

This is sand!!!!!

Someone is looking a little thin.

All romantic.

Towering sculptures are everywhere in Old Pollença.

Anyone for a step workout.

We have smiles when it’s over.

Teeny tiny chapels.

Higgledy pickledy housing.

The 2000yr old bridge still stands.

Iain looks down.

Fiona looks up.

Churches dominate.

Thin streets. Charming housing.