BORED WITH THE SUNSHINE YET?

We're not! I'm normally getting edgy towards the end of a week's holiday, having a bit of the Hotspur about me.* This holiday has been quite different.

We recovered from a climb up Mt Gibalfaro this morning by eating espetas de sardines y berenjenas con miel on the beach. It's tough going, you know.

* ...the Hotspur of the north, he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife “Fie upon this quiet life! I want work.”
Henry IV Part 3 and a half