It’s Monday morning & the church next door is quietly chiming 8 o’clock (6 minutes late), the sky is blue and we have spent our first night in Hotel Ses Sucreres.
The view from the roof terrace before breakfast.
Breakfast in the garden.
Yesterday we walked to the sound of crashing waves, today to birdsong in the woods behind the coast.
Spot Gerhild in this panorama of Cala Mitjana. A beautiful cove still untouched by the developers..
Shady paths today, which is good for my glowing ears.
Gerhild giving her feet a rest and her brain some exercise
It seems unkind when you see this splendid fellow, but that was our absolutely delicious lunch today at Can Bernat Des Grau, barracuda for two €18,50 with Menorcan potatoes. Mmmmm. A great recommendation from Stephanie, our hostess.
We went to the north coast today, starting at Binimel-là.
Gerhild had a paddle,
but she didn’t see any barracuda.
Well we didn’t go straight to the restaurant, first we went to Santo Tomás and walked next to the beach for a few km.
The view away from the sea was fantastic too.
We saw some girls dancing nude on the beach, but Gerhild was in a more reflective frame of mind
although she did take her shoes off on the way back.
We arrived at the restaurant at quarter past three, which is apparently OK.
We decided to walk around a bit after our splendid little meal, until my navigation system returned to normal. Ciutadella is a nice old town, but you do need to know where you are going.
Something to relieve the pain of a haircut. If only they’d had one of these in Birmingham.
A reminder to be good – would we be anything else?
Delectable 3 o’clock dinner at the S’amarador restaurant at the end of the harbour in Ciutadella, preceded by a windy walk through a beautiful nature reserve on the northern coast between Algaiarens and Ajub de Corniola.
The lesser striped tree hopper Gerhildicus Rosamaridium.
We were careful not to wake this one.
Gerhild spotted this extremely rare giant Menorcan hedgehog!
We couldn’t identify this one, but it was quite harmless.
On Saturday we went on a shoe hunt from one end of the island to the other, pursued by a Samba drumming group which was helping each village to celebrate the day of the book (we think – not that we illiterates in Spanish could read a word). As the sun set, we strolled to Meson Rias Baixas for pimientos del patron, some red wine and songs sung by a pretty Spanish girl.