Bonterra Park 17th June 2009

What a day, 37 degrees at highest and it was still 29 degrees at midnight!

Went to the port, on bikes, because Alan needed to, don’t ask. Although he used to cycle a lot, London to Brighton a number of times, it’s been a while since then. His main worry was that his knees would give out.
Although it’s 8 miles to the port I told him it was only 4 and Tricia, who has ridden there at least 3 times, didn’t contradict me. After about 5 miles “How far is this port then?” “Just up the road a bit” When he finally figured it out it was too late but he was OK because his knees were not bothering him. What was bothering him though was his “crown jewels” as he put it and when we finally got back he could not wait to “cool” them down in the pool.

Tricia asked how much the bike hire was. “€10.50”. “Well then why don’t you give me €5 and I just bash you in the goolies with this baseball bat, that way you’ll have the same effect of a cycle ride and you get to save €5.50 into the bargain?”
He took the bike straight bike and never to use it again.

I insisted that we should watch a DVD, “Dark Knight” was chosen and I fell asleep.
"This is Weatherspoons!"

On the evening after eating at reception, OK’ish, because the restaurants we went to did not have menus or prices and we were not confident enough to order..
So stayed up and drank and talked, Tricia drank a whole bottle of fizz after 3 beers and when she finally went to bed, about 12:30 am, “Do not wake me up in the morning!”

However she did get up about 8:30 and we all proceeded to have a “lazy” day, i.e. do bugger all. In the end we went for a walk along the beach, which was now quite crowded. Getting to the end we had to use a shower to get the sand off our feet. Tricia had a blond moment. The shower unit had four nozzles with four push buttons under each nozzle; she put her foot under one and then presser the button of the one she was standing under. Result; soaking wet, sand still on feet.
Into café and beers, then back to MS.

Alan is always talking about all the “skivvies” he has working for him and I just figured out this does not just mean anybody who gets him a coffee first thing in the morning at work. No, it refers to everybody on the planet. I was just coming back from washing the dishes and there he was sprawled out on my lounger. “Any chance of a cup of coffee and some cake, now that you are finally back, squire?”

Tonight it’s BBQ and tomorrow Alan goes back to Blighty. Above "The cake eating machine"

Another lazy day counting off the minutes until we can take “the cake eating machine” back to the airport. As we were taking him there, I dropped a few hints about, it being a 100 mile round trip (twice), diesel was getting expensive, I had forgot to bring any money etc: subtle things like that. Result, the long pocket won again, nada, not a sausage, zip. If he and Ron C found a penny in the road they would invent copper wire.
Typical "Tricia lunch" TWO baked taties.
Big notice in reception “Wednesday no water all day and electric will go off now and then. For inspection purposes”. So, the big wash day is going to be today. See the new invention, clothes line and prop.