El Cotillo, Fuerteventura, where we turned off, tuned out and dropped off for a week.
followed footprints in the sand
paddled in crystal clear lagoons
explored ancient volcanic rock pools
watched para-surfers somersaulting off waves
and the sun setting into the ocean
I can think of no better way to spend a week. Much as I love my allotment it’s bloomin’ hard work most of the time. It simply can’t compete with the recharging of heart, body and soul the gentle lap of the ocean offers.
Back on the sunbaked plot however my spring bulbs have finally emerged to cheerfully chase away the post holiday sighs. And faithful old me is back in love once again with my bloomin’ hard-work garden!