Tramontana

It was great to see the back of them.

Don't get worried, I just mean a drive through them, accompanied by lunatic motorcyclists taking risks on every bend, was a joy. The shapes shift as you move through them, the aspect disorientates you and memories of other weekends spent in the mountains flood back.

The other side and the other end of the range led us to Port de Pollensa and a swim. The air was a little muggy, but the lunch was superb and company fantastic.

The air has changed again and right now I have to go and shut the persianas and get to bed. Let's hope it rains and fills the reservoirs which must be at their lowest now. I hadn't seen them for a while.

I am, however, recharged.