We went to The Coffee Box for coffee in the morning. Two Cappuccinos with a large Tiramisu for Scamp and an equally large Apple Tarte de Pom for us both to share.
Watched the cyclists limbering up. It must have been a race or a club outing, because there were always loads of them going out in the morning.
We found rows and rows of painted wooden ducks for sale outside one of the shops, but we knew we were almost overloaded with the stuff we were bringing home as well as our clothes and my camera gear, so reluctantly we had to leave them for some other boys and girls.
The weather was a bit cooler than it had been and there were occasional banks of mist and fog rolling in from the sea, sometimes almost covering the mountain on one side and the posh houses on the other side of the bay.
Dancing again at night and another lively time. Eventually Stewart turned off his amp and most folk just talked for a while. Others who hadn’t started their packing left a wee bit early.
Things I’ll remember:
- The coffee and pastries in The Coffee Box
- The cyclists clogging up the roads and pavements
- The wooden ducks
- The mist on the mountain
Another early rise tomorrow. I know we’d both like to come back here.