Feeling Flat

Our last day with bikes so we went out early to the town market. Alas Alfie hit a nail and had a puncture, deeply inconvenient.

We had a wander around the market and then went to a local gallery where Poppy bought an original oil painting which is lovely.

I then pushed Alfie's bike all the way back to the campsite, in the blazing sun, wearing stupid flip flops! I hate flip flops at the best of times, this holiday has taught me two valuable lessons about flip flops.. 1) they are terrible for long distances 2) mountaineers don't wear them for climbing for a very good reason;) still they are less horrid than crocs.

The nice people at the campsite office replaced the bike, and everything was good again.

We spent the rest of the day on the beach making slow mo skimming films, reading and playing bat and ball.

This evening mounted our trusty blue steeds and pedalled into town for a final time. We went to the restaurant we liked the best ' the Ronan Blue' which was excellent. I ate a lot of very raw meat;)