A Baby and her Bucket

Same bucket, different grandchild, now minus its handle.

Fun to see Eden making friends with the sand and the water, and a crab, and the seaweed, this time on the Ria side, where it's calmer and warmer. You can see a plane just landing, behind her.

And then we drove up through Spain (the steak place Tom wanted to eat at was closed for holidays; can't help loving that restaurants in Portugal close for their folk to go on holiday just when they would get the most customers - right priorities, imo). But he didn't lose out, stopped at Villablanca and had salmorejo, followed by the most succulent leg of lamb.

Gratefuls:
- the lovely couple who run La Posada in Villablanca, and their son, Raul, happy in Sevilha, being a musician
- Mike driving us safely home
- there still being some grapes (and tomatoes) for Eden to pick