Day 93: Beach Bum

We spent a lovely morning at Tarifa, Europe's southernmost place. 

After the police had arrested Duke for being on the beach in June, he was fortunately let off with a warning. Well, I could have told him it was wrong.

We had some tapas at our favourite chiringuito, about the only place open on a Monday it seems, before returning home.

Now I am feeling a little like a burned-out bonfire in the evening breeze: glowing gently and hoping the morning will bring some comfort from the still-burning heat!