Well here we are again wishing for cooler days after a spring time offering only grey skies and misery. Ah, I must not forget that my current location is under the palm trees of La Palma, where we really only have one season, summer.
But are we ever happy? My feline community certainly are not.
Furry coats and endless thirst. Poor souls,
The motorcycle police had stopped on the road opposite. Lifting his visor an angry looking Civil Guard asked me if I had a problem, while his companion I suspect was checking my details, and was there any chance of a felony.
There was temptation and opportunity for my part to answer his question in many different ways, however destination jail cell was not a preferred option for this wandering scot.
Parking on a layby outside a sewage works is however not permitted, in my defence I was simply there temporarily as parking in my preferred location was as usual fully booked.
So mr policeman as the following day I had ocasion to pass the exact same location only to find a number of cars where I had been.
Where are the police when you want to ask questions.
Better not,
