Prince John and I returned to this sceptred isle after a 2 week break in Spain a few weeks ago. For once we actually had very decent weather, only one day when it was wet. Unlike last year, when we were nearly stranded after a ‘dry’ river bed overflowed.
On the wet day we decided to visit the caves at Nerja and I was not amused to have a flash bulb go off in my face which nearly caused me to miss a step down. Fortunately I recovered my balance but my night vision took a little longer. It could have been very dangerous.
We then decided to take the car up into the mountains, another mistake; we ended up in the clouds and took quite a lashing from the rain. After we got back to Nerja we found that the day had turned out quite well. By co-incidence we had met up with some old (in both senses of the word!) friends at our hotel. So we had a few meals together and a good reminisce. Great fun.
We played quite a bit of golf until I managed to damage my wrist when I hit a couple of shots very badly. I think there was more ground hit than the ball! The injury has plagued me since then and I had to resort to having a cortisone injection into the tendon. It is much better now, which I am very pleased about as it was very difficult managing with one useful hand.