ABBA

A relaxing day around the pool area meant we topped up our tans (the burning from Saturday has almost gone now). It was quieter so we were able to take some pics as the people who we met over the weekend have now gone home. Both of us read quite a bit: myself John Peel’s book.
Made an effort to sort out the two push bikes as they “weren’t working right” and banged my head several times on the (upstairs) shed door frame during the process. As ancient as they are, I managed to get them going again despite the lack of tools (mole grips and a couple of screwdrivers).

A night out to the Emerald Isle as the fridge was on the empty side. And an ABBA tribute act was on. Food served by the poolside. Bar by the poolside. Pool table and play area near the poolside. Remind you of a TV comedy series? Answers on a postcard please. It was enjoyable, but the food was not spectacularly fabulous (Weatherspoon’s have a more exotic menu). But hey we’re on holiday!