There's nothing much to report apart from the fact that it's raining and I don't speak Spanish (I discovered this last week on my holiday, much to my amazement). I rented a villa from a friend, for a very good rate, only to find that instead of arriving in Spain I had actually arrived in a very sunny area of England, complete with Chinese takeaways and Indian restaurants. We had to drive many kilometres to find any evidence of Spanish occupation, which reminds me: the hire car was the single most pathetic apology for a vehicle that I have driven for some time, if you don't count the Lada Riva 1300 a couple of years ago. The Peugeot Partner is a bread van with windows, mounted on pram wheels - what were they thinking? Do people actually buy these things?
The present significant other managed to get significantly sun burned, but that's what happens if you're from the wilds of Scotland I suppose.
Bye for now.