Flowers and Med

Well it was either this or a photo of someone's new hat. A hat, well just fancy that. Actually, I did photograph it, with a nicely positioned glass of beer, and some boats in the background, up at Portocolom.
Yesterday we were waylaid by a lackey outside the Cala's Yacht Club: the whole marina on both river banks (full of ghastly oversized motor superyachts) is owned by one man, he declared, beaming. Gosh, we said, before a moment's thought. What would my reaction be to that back home?
Today though, we met pony-tailed, knee-replaced Jack: American ski bum, yoga instructor, just down from doing some sculpture up at Deia. What a dude! I'm not sure everyone was so impressed; maybe the sun is going to my head. I may need a hat.