Torremolinos...

...and not a bacon and egg butty in sight.

My fear that I would be walking down the promenade with Brits wearing Union Jack shorts has not materialised. Like quite a few of my other fears in fact - like not having anything to wear to my own wedding. And so the list goes on.

Spent a lazy day at the beach. Perfect temperature - around 30 degrees with a lovely cool breeze. The kind of heat you don't sweat in. Magic.

Tomorrow - Malaga.