So long, farewell

Our last day on the white Isle.

We couldn't leave Ibiza without shooting another sunrise so once again Neil and I got up in the dark (and on 4 hours sleep) and made our way to the beach. This time we were accompanied by Barry.

The sunrise was stunning. It's not often you can stare at the sun but at 7am in the morning you can as it rises in all its orangey fiery glory from the sea. The weird thing is, of all the shots I took this morning of the sun, it was this one of Barry checking his photos that I liked the most.

After a day on the beach, we caught our minibus to the airport and before we knew it we were landing in Bristol. Our week in Ibiza was over but we loved every minute of it.