long lie-in I'm afraid, but then Lenore had spent half the
night coughing, a leftover from the flu she'd supposedly left in
Nottingham... Ho hum.
drive the 10km to Nerja, and spend the rest of the day wandering
its streets and sea front. It is very pleasant.
second person is British and of at least retirement age, with a
generous scattering of German pensioners. It makes us feel very
young indeed, which can't be bad. However, the place is, in tourist
terms, deserted. The only knees that can be seen belong to elderly
Englishmen. A couple of late middle age breasts are exposed to the
winter sun, the coastline has collapsed above at least one empty
beach, the bars and restaurants are mostly deserted and the locals
are correspondingly cheerful. It must be midwinter. No doubt this
is very different in August.
purchase maps and instructions for our planned rambles, a tiny pair
of speakers so that we can listen to music pumped out by Ralph's
i-Book and a tiny hair drier so that Lenore can make the most of
her latest hair style. Oh, and cough medicine!
is the first day that Lenore really tries out her terms-worth of
evening-class Spanish and she does pretty well, especially at the
asking for stuff. Dealing with the responses is more of a challenge,
but practice will make perfect!
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A corner of Torrox snapped on the way to the car park.