We left late after a lazy early morning so didn’t go down to the seaside town to see Gerald Durrell’s house but stopped on the hillside to take a photo. It’s the big square one straight ahead, on the waterfront.
We stopped again for more photos – P and P are endlessly patient and very kind.
We hadn’t intended to arrive before 2 pm as there are daily motorbike excursions in the mountains and the riders stop for lunch at our chosen restaurant. As a result of our stops (there had been more in fact, Peter wanted to buy a new phone card, Pam needed some moisturiser as well as the photo-taking) it was just 2.30 when we parked the car and that was ideal as the bikers were just leaving. Pam went inside for a drink while Peter took me for a walk through the village.
The paths were steep and the stones quite slippery so I didn’t take many pictures. I reflected that three years ago I couldn’t have managed the walking and was again grateful for modern surgery. Without being careless or daft (what, me?) I’m going to do all I can before the other hip gives trouble.
I tried so many times to get a picture of the butterflies, this is the best of a very poor bunch.
And here’s a second photo of the cat from yesterday. I liked that picture too, Tim, and it was a friendly little cat so I thanked it by taking its photo.