Ava

I'm done in after walking on the pebbly beach yesterday. Scobes and Owen met all and sundry again for coffee, and then disappeared into the hills towards Biniaraitx. Well, only after Owen purchased a blanket and wore it everywhere. He got some great looks from German tourists and a respectful glance from a Bhuddist guy fairly similarly attired.

We all met again in the square after our respective adventures, mine mostly involving a rest.

Ava quite fancies Owen, and Scobes, and even his beer. This is about twenty seconds after a few tears about something or other, immediately snapped out of by a Scobsean quip.