Nerja (and harrrrrr)

Staying up in the moontains can be a bit troublesome weather wise and as the clouds rolled in around us we decided to hot foot it down to the beach for some glorious sunshine and some hole digging.

When we first arrived it looked like the har was coming in thick and fast, but fortunately it was burning of eh, thinly and ah, quickly. So that was a relief.

After it went, the sun got his hat on (incidentally, I made the stupid mistake of singing that song to Arlo at the start of the holiday and had to sing it at least 30 times a day thereafter. HATE that bloody song) and we had plenty of time for digging massive holes, sitting in massive holes, covering ourselves up in the massive holes and then just chilling in the massive hole (and by 'we', I mean Bry & Arlo).

At least we didn't have to worry about suncream...