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It doesn’t get more champagne than this.

It gets a little bit more champagne.

Resting behind the rocks.

Brock is left all alone.

Do we dare take the plunge?

Night night.

Prehistoric creatures’ ‘litter’ this prehistoric land.

Iain plays like a child.

Night night (again).

Wall to wall flatness.

The water gets even flatter in the landlocked Cala Addaya.

There is always cleaning to do.

We have an upside down inland to anchor behind!

Sand and shadows.

Clear blue water polluted by Iain’s toes.

We sit just outside the swim zone.

R &amp; R.

More boat shadows.

The trails go on and on and on.

Reflections and refractions.

It’ll be difficult to leave here.

Halo. We have a sun halo.

We wonder if this is a ‘public’ trail.

We could almost be in Devon.

His talons could prove dangerous.

The rain brings flowers.

Ruffian and the deserted resort.

Yo.

The sun slopes behind the hills.