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V and I decided to peel off from the group and go and have lunch in Pollença.  I had been there many times and file it under ‘picturesque tourist town’ not particularly thrilling but enough old buildings and streets to wander down to make for a nice afternoon.  Meal was OK, the local artisanal ice cream was excellent and the shop selling Mallorcan Ikat wear a source of some nice presents.  I remembered buying mountains of terracotta kitchen pots at earlier visits but didn’t see any and was relieved not to be carrying them home.

In the morning an intrepid band of us swam round the island in the bay, dropped off by R in the boat. It was a lovely swim but I wish we’d done it a bit earlier to dodge the boats even more.  It is so alarming if they get even slightly close.  Holly, our hostess, aged 82 rather spoiled our feeling of adventure by doing it again in the evening!