An iffy day

It rained here this morning. (No hose ban here!) Not a lot to do on a rainy Sunday in Puerto de Mazarron. We went out to lunch. Turbot for J. Fillet steak for T. Playa Grande the venue. It's on the shore. Just a short walk. When we emerged it had stopped raining but the wind was something else!

Remember our Mayor Senor Blaya Blaya's windbreaks? The ones the Minister of the Environment has told him to tear down? Well, he hasn't yet.

All done up - and me in my best new suede boots, too - we sat on the sand under Senor Blaya Blaya's protection and watched a lonely windsurfer in the waves.


And the sun came out, too. Which is why my friend has a smile on his face.












No we haven't moved to Tarifa. This IS a body-boarder. This is NOT the Atlantic.

We never imagined the Med could have so many moods.