Hippy hangout

Mike finally arrived after a long detour via Germany. We chilled on the beach after the boys scared me silly climbing the tower and then explored a bit further down the coast to the rum shack we found there. Guys were playing petanca, the mojitos were served in plastic beakers, dogs raced along the beach and the Stones accompanied the sunset. We wouldn't have been surprised if Mick himself hadn't turned up, it all felt so very then and cool. The local restaurant served a 'peasant lobster' dish and when you finished, they broke three eggs into the pan to soak up the best flavours. Heaven!