Catfight brewing

I've been a bit disappointed by the photos I brought back from Spain. I think most of them were average snapshots. But I'm also aware that I have a tendency to be a little hard on myself, to the point where I'll actually stop doing something - poetry springs to mind - because I don't think I cut the mustard at it. Whether I do or not is entirely irrelevant of course. What matters is enjoying it, first and foremost, but also working at it, not giving up on it, improving because of it. I need to watch this tendency of mine - it's dangerous.

Anyway, I stumbled upon these three while out for a stroll in La Herradura. They were squaring up for a proper scrap I think, but who knows? Maybe they worked it out as soon as I'd disappeared...

He's the greatest dancer

A moment of triumph for our mate Archie as he holds aloft his prize for winning the best dancer competition at the Halloween party at La Bamba, La Herradura in southern Spain last week. We had a fantastic time soaking up the autumnal sun, swimming in the sea, drinking and eating far too much and generally kicking back with Archie, his brother Louis and their parents Liz & Rink for the half-term week.

I seem to be paying the price now though, with a particularly nasty case of man flu (truth be told it's no more than a sore throat at the moment but it's got all the hallmarks of a builder so I'm bracing myself). We also spent far too much money for a one-job family, but enough of such minor irritants. On balance it was definitely worth it.