Playa inundada.

The rain stopped in the afternoon so took the dogs to the nearby beach of Macaret, now almost entirely under floodwater. It doesn't look it here, but was mighty cold, and even Buster wore his teacosy coat, which he didn't find at all embarrassing until we met a lady with two big dogs, and had to exert a bit of authority with a bout of angry yapping. The larger collie-type dog, having first tried to be friendly, was perplexed and gave a single bark, about 3 octaves below Buster's, and that shut him up. He sulked for the rest of the evening.
See extra for the distant lighthouse at Favàritx taken from in front of the  empty houses. The wind whipping up those waves was decidedly chilly.