The Early Flight

It was a lovely drive up the coast to school this morning. I stopped yet again at "The Rock", just before Fuengirola and snapped a few shots of the colourful sea/sky combos I had been watching for the past 30 km.

This may be my last week in voluntary exile at Riviera, so I shall have to get used to the 75 minute each way commute up from home for the next couple of months.

But at least I can see an end to it. What a difference that makes.