Talking rubbish

This morning we walked down into a quiet little park, which is parched dry after the lack of summer rain.  Up the other side and then followed a lower path around the outside of the village, passing the donkey sheds on the way.  Back in the village we went out to yesterday’s coffee stop.

Lunch in the village and then back to the pool for a spot of reading and a swim to cool off.

This evening I’m going to take my camera up to dinner because the Atlas Mountains were visible last night with a beautiful orange sky and I’m hoping it will be as good tonight.

I’ve added a few extras, which includes one of mist over Fuengirola on the coast,