Crossing Point

A bit of a walkabout in the morning, though I failed to get a cactus. I did however manage to get some shots of the SK cavorting in the pool with a large pink flamingo.
And really, that was about it. It’s been a most relaxing few days with blue skies every day and I really wish it was longer. Not that I’d like to be an ex-pat with their filthy suntans, gold chains, tattoos, Daily Mails, hideous accents, mundane conversations and pot bellies. Nooo! Apologies if I’ve stereotyped anyone there. It needn’t be like that - I suppose I could always get the straw hat on and read some Trollope. Tuscany or Provence maybe. As long as they dish up huevos rotos and cheap wine.