Soller

To Soller on the famous rickety old train for the day for a wee trip round the modern art gallery based in a beautiful old house.

This was followed by a lovely garden-based lunch served by possibly the grumpiest and most charmless waitress I have ever met. Strangely she added to the pleasure of the whole experience, though when she barked, "Fork off" at me as a request to remove my utensil from the starter plate I wondered if she was having a laugh.

It turned out she wasn't.