We have a lovely village pub, and sat in their garden the last few hours. It nearly felt like we do in Arillas. Phil
Sometimes Phil, but just sometimes, I wish I was sat in the garden of a Village pub in the UK, together with those good sunny days you can receive.
To drive on the "wrong" side of the road, a pint of bitter,pork pie or scratchings.
But, I have to get on a plane to do it. Temptation it is, but not enough to get me on a plane.
When I get these occassional pangs its down to Arillas, stroll along the front. Maybe a lunchtime Amstel with marinated octupus or Wegg if she's there.
Swings and roundabouts I 'spose. Can't have it all.
Cheers from a 21 deg outside temp at 19:20. - I hear a Night Owl calling with Wendy n Stu,
Negg