Cala Pregonda.

I've not been out properly for days, so today took the yorksters for a walk to Cala Pregonda on the north coast. They love the sand, sea and the many stratified craggy rocks to scramble over (me less so). It was certainly t-shirt weather, although I'm not sure the sea was very warm, as demonstrated by a solitary nude sunbather who decided to plunge in (maybe to avoid Buster's frenzied barking). When he waded back there was definite evidence of cold temperature.
Buster managed to eat some dried horse poo and roll in a pile of fish guts left behind on the rocks by a kind fisherman. He was very pleased with himself (the dog, not the fisherman).