Mallorca - What a corker
Where is Mallorca? Who cares, I thought, as long as it has some sun, hot beaches and cold beer, I am sold. Luckily the wife has a rather higher brow than me, which is quite difficult seeing as mine is rapidly expanding towards the rear of my ( hairy ) ears.
Afternoons would find us lunching at a seaside restaurant, sitting in the shade eating locally caught fish, and watching the sea beaconing us in. We would then succumb, splash around for a couple of hours, before heading back to our pool for some final 'ready, steady,GO'.
Once the gal was in bed, we would fire up the BBQ and settle in with the odd bottle of vino collapso.
We had hired a car, so were able to drive to all of the beaches we fancied, and could stock up each night with local fish and meat to be grilled that evening. As always these holidays finish far too quickly and in no time at all we were back in Bonny Scotland.
We invited some friends over to watch the All Blacks Vs Scotland game, so Lily and the wife made come chocolate chip muffins. Lily got confused and thought that you had to perform the haka while making them, as is evidenced in the photo. Ka Mate, Ka Mate, Chocolate, Chocolate.

