F***ing cyclists

Arrived in Mallorca in time to unpack and get dinner before finding a bar for Mr K to watch some football match (that was really important apparently) where we started chatting to a local restaurateur (it’s closed Weds) who has serious issues with allllllll the people in lycra who overrun…overcycle the island… apparently there’s an ironman in this area on Saturday, need to give the weekend activities a rethink.