Driving Mrs P

We didn't eat, we just kept driving. There was a vague idea of lunch, which then became a sandwich, which then dwindled to just a coffee and a piece of cake and finally just a coffee. We didn't get any of the above, but we did get amazing light on the mountains and a run for Scooby on Cala San Vicente beach. 

Back home, fish and chips, but only the best, were devoured with relish. 
M, your last frozen pieces of Alaskan Turbot were delicious! xxxx