The moon tonight.

I'm here on the terrace listening to the waves gently wash over the rocks in Ibiza.
My brother David Milne is here for two weeks and has come here every summer for circa twenty years now.
We dropped my bag this afternoon then walked up to the cliffs outside the medieval wall and I was wrecked. You know how you know how fat and unfit you are and climbing rocks makes you fully aware of this? Yeah, I kinda think if I had a month here I could lose the weight just walking.
David did say "you're not fat but you have put weight on, why have you?"
If only I knew the answer to that one!!
After a hour or so we came back to this lovely little appt outside the old town, showered then walked into town, up into the old town full of people, market stalls and food, sat up by the canons' looking out over the harbour just talking and watching the local gypsies in the street below.
Here I am, unaware of the time and couldn't care, feet up on the wall, chilled out in a chair and knackered.
Goodnight blipper's.