Home! Definitely didn't want to come home. Excellent holiday, the Hilton Spa was stunning (due to Darrens Diamond Member status they upgraded us to a deluxe bungalow and gave us breakfast free (good job too, cos every day it was 34 Euros EACH!)). We had a car all week so lazed around the hotel pools after breakfast and then explored coves, beaches, mountains and Palma in the afternoons and evenings. Photo's below (every time you refresh this page you'll get a new set of pics).

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Off to Majorca this afternoon for a week. Staying at the Hilton Spa away from the beaches and we have a car so we'll be out and about testing paellas all week. First time flying from Blackpool airport too (5 minutes in the car from home!). My Mum and Dad are arriving at lunch time to have a week at our house and look after Edward. I have to iron some summery shirts now, pack them in a bag, go for a quick sun-bed session, get a haircut, get my parents a steak slice each for lunch, get some Euro's and a million other things. Last minute Larry, that's me.

After a week of long, hot sunny days it's finally raining. The garden is looking a bit parched but hopefully by tomorrow will be back to its lush green self. Working lates driving buses has been great for the last week as I get to spend most of the day down at the beach with Edward. The bike you see above is my single-speed Trek with a dog seat on the back (actually, it's a shopping basket which I adapted and cut using my Dremel). We only live 10 minutes walk from the beach but modern laziness makes me think "why walk for ten minutes on hot pavements in traffic fumes when I can ride for less than 5 minutes and give Edward a longer time at the beach chasing rabbits around the dunes?", it's a no-brainer. We must look like a right pair of weirdo's on that bike as it always makes pedestrians and car drivers smile/laugh when they see us out riding. Don't care.

Sitting on the dunes this morning, looking out to sea, listening to Lily Allen, sometimes I just think, everything's going to be alright. Isn't it?

Red hot day in the Lake District yesterday. We headed for Grange Over Sands where I used to holiday in the family touring caravan when I was wee. It used to have a beach when I visited but now, due to the re-routing of a major river (and other major geographical stuff I don't understand) it only has a muddy meadow. The meadow gets submerged a few times every year during a full moon and is controlled and patrolled by sheep what do swim. The town is still lovely and sleepy with not much to do except walk along the thin prom and admire the Lakeland architecture. We drove to Cartmel on the way home to see the home of the legendary 'sticky toffee pudding' but the village was crawling with tourists and there was nowhere to park so we kept going.