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Thank you for being my friend, Kate. Thank you for being a friend Traveled down a road and back again Your heart is true, you’re a pal and a confidant Thank you Kate for being my friend. For being a little ray of sunshine in my inbox or direct messages. For travelling down many roads and back again. Your heart was indeed true, you will always be a pal and
I didn’t even know that Bloody Island existed when we arrived in Menorca. But then we saw an advert for the Yellow Catamaran boat company and that they visited the island a few times a week so it seemed like the perfect way to spend our last morning on the island. The boat leaves from Mahon at 10.30, with tickets on sale from the kiosk where you board (recommend you
Binibeca was high on my list of places to visit during our week in Menorca, and had also featured heavily on the “Places to see” lists of people I had asked to give me their recommendations. A whole fisherman’s village, again built on to top of a cliff beside the sea, Binibeca Vell is all about the white washed walls, terracotta floors, narrow cobbled streets and dark painted doors. It
We started the day by turning left out of the resort and down towards the coast, rather than turning right and up towards the main roads. Arenal D’en Castell sits on the northern coast of Menorca, and therefore on the coast. There are plenty of places to park that then allow you to wander down on to the golden sand of the bay and spending the day on the
Today we ventured over to Ciutadella. The other major town on the island, at the opposite end from Mahon. It might have been the capital of Menorca but lost out in a vote to decide who could call themselves the main town, though it is widely regarded as the religious capital of the island. In true Barrow style we did no research on any of it before we left,
So with the news that a friend was staying on the other side of the island, without a pool, we wasted no time in saying “well why don’t you come for breakfast and a swim”! Our place is the perfect spot for a breakfast and pool party after all! Suffice to say they were VERY impressed when they arrived and sad they hadn’t thought of booking with James Villas too.
The first day of a villa holiday is always dominated by a food shop, isn’t it? Or in our case two. I never leave home without tea and milk but it’s hard to bring anything more than that isn’t it? And I do love a foreign supermarket! Mr B and I did a quick Google of nearby supermarkets over a cup of tea and found there were several within
We arrived at Villa Grace late last night, slightly battered by a rather disrupted flight (not the fault of the airline at all, who were amazing, but a rather loud passenger who not only screamed for an hour but kicked the back our seats and threw things at our heads) and pretty much dumped our stuff and headed out to find somewhere to eat. From a first glance though
This is another regular blog feature that got binned because I thought regular ranting might not be good for my blood pressure. But I have missed getting stuff off my chest so have decided to bring the feature back, though I can’t promise it will be every week. In fact this one has been in my “I really must blog about that because it is RIDICULOUS” pile for a month.
Window Wednesday used to be a pretty regular thing around these parts. And then it drifted off which always made me a bit sad if I am honest. So with a new vision and determination to write regularly I am bringing it back as often as I can, starting with the Tarn Centre in Cumbria. If you don’t know, I love windows. And doors. I love photographing doors, and I
I wasn’t sure what to call this post that wasn’t a long waffly one but this is the last post from me that will land in your inbox because I am turning email notifications off. Not my last ever post (don’t be ridiculous) but I won’t be sending them out automatically and landing in your inbox anymore. For all sorts of reasons I have decided the time has come for
This is the one about the yoga retreat. About how a middle aged overweight woman who has never done yoga before went off to the South of France for a four day yoga retreat. I don’t actually know where to start with this one if I am honest. To such an extent that I haven’t been able to get my head around the angle I want to come at this