Sunday Morning Bell Ringers

We were sitting on the patio enjoying a Sunday breakfast of Serrano ham and eggs when the sound of melodious bells reached us from further up the hill; a couple of minutes later the shepherd and his flock of Sunday morning campanologists passed the gate.

We seem to have got into a Sunday routine of skyping the family back home, swimming, a walk down into town for lunchtime beer & tapas, more swimming and reading.

The owner of the villa, Steve, has kindly invited us to join him and his partner for a BBQ this evening so I'm off to get into my Sunday best (well, a clean pair of shorts and a shirt!)