Stairs of doom..

.....Owen standing at the foot of the public stairs to the top village. It's a monster of a hike in the heat.

Earlier, I said a few words to remember my good chum Norma. She passed away last week whilst on holiday abroad. It wasn't her time. Bon voyage Norms.

A day of sea and sand; 50% of these things I like. Owen was thrown into the sea on arrival and pulled out at night.

Sitting on the balcony now, drinking flinty white wine and watching the Serenade of the Seas slip-by.