The start of the track down the largest ravine on the island - 7 km long, which is over half the average width of Menorca. Although overcast conditions made it ideal for walking, I was wearing the wrong shoes for the rocky, and in parts steep, terrain, and Maxie, well, has the wrong body mass. It was really just a recce trip for a future walk, so was abandonned in favour of the ever-excellent garden centre, where Buster "owned" a large number of shrubs and the occasional indoor exhibit. He honed in on the dog toys section, and showing no interest in the smaller cheaper items, personally picked out a rubber duck with a very loud honk. Later he savaged this for hours, probably to the annoyance of the upstairs neighbours. Shame.