Timorous

Moffat’s finest.

I was so tired this morning after a riotous Glaswegian Sunday night, I thought my early start could be dealt with by a quick nap on the plane home.

Fortunately I was sitting next to an ebullient stag week Fella. If he had been anything less than sparkly eyed, very good looking and hilarious ( at least the bits I could translate) I might have complained. I slept little.

Look out Magalluf !

Back in Sóller, we enjoyed the quieter type of Scottish produce.