More breakfast for J

Debbie and John went back home yesterday and we're missing them. Here they are on the rocks with Terry. These particular rocks are in the next village and are the most photographed view in Murcia. Quite weird - the rocks that is - and if you click to enlarge, you might just see ET in the top right-hand corner.





And when yours truly, the curator of the Calle Islas Baleares cactus garden, snapped them again, in front of said garden and Miguel's artwork, Debbie had just had a painful encounter encounter with Spike. Ouch!



Sorry to lay this one one you, Jo, but they loved the oysters to die for at The Miramar just as much as you did. Never mind - more in August, eh?








Lovely visit, lovely pressie - a fig tree named Jizz. Why Jizz? Well, you could look it up in Chambers or you could wait for a future posting that just may explain it all. Anyway, in the fullness of time, more fresh breakfasts for Joody, thanks to the inexhaustible tree planter - no blisters this time.