Thursday, May 2, 2013

Beach combing

 Looking very pink, but not sore!
It's a hard life here in Spain but somebody has to live it, so why not us?
We have had a long lazy day roaming the beach, first one way and then the other. Sue has been in snap happy mode with the camera, flowers, rocks, shells, me. Nothing has escaped her long lens.
This morning we did a little spring clean and I was delegated washing a few clothes and towels. I should never be left to use my own initiative. Thinking hot water would be good and not wishing to use our water, because we had just topped up the tank, I ventured to the shower block believing that I could fill my bowl there. Foolish woman! I failed to look at the direction that the nozzle was pointing, yes you've got it, I was drenched,fully clothed.
We are sat here, as evening approaches, supping a very nice white grape, £1-35 a bottle. Eating loads of healthy salad crops and veg but chips and beer from the beach bar tonight!
Beach bar

The Lone Ranger
Some of the day's collection, along with mother of pearl and a posy of wild flowers.


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