A Stroll To Caba Roig

Never mind Philip Larkin's pondering on what are days for, I want to know where they go. By the time we'd dragged ourselves up and had a late breakfast it was mid-morning before we set off for a stroll round the coastal path here to Caba Roig.

The path was obviously a popular Saturday morning route for both the casual walker and more serious jogger: they could have done with a fast and slow lane. Thankfully, given the heat, there was a bar at which we took refreshment before heading back and, by the time we'd shopped for tonight's meal (some fresh cod crying out for a spicy tomato sauce, it was mid-afternoon and time for a swim and recovery in the sun.

Somehow it's nearly 10 o'clock already and we've only just finished dinner .