Where the Dickens are they?

Barely discernible in the middle of this shot of the centre of Nerja, is the other half wondering where on earth everyone has got to. It all seemed very simple earlier this morning: everyone would do their own thing and then we’d all meet up at lunchtime for lunch (surprise, surprise!) with a view to doing something collective for the afternoon. Being ever punctual, B’s at the appointed meeting place at the appointed time, but (entirely typically) there’s still no sign of anyone else! I can almost hear his tummy rumbling from the shade where I’m sensibly lurking. I reckon it’ll be at least half an hour…