Tuesday and I awake from a good nights sleep at 10 o’clock. I am extremely dopey for a while until I have a coffee. My partner makes bacon sandwiches for breakfast before we go out to walk the beach again, full length today. This daily walk is crucial to getting 10,000 steps in each day. Its cloudy today so before we set out my partner re-plaits my hair and then we are off.

We walk the beach and paddle for much of the journey. There is something definitely English about the way we paddle in the sea. There is a certain idiosyncratic way that Brits approach the ocean. Can’t do without it, not sure what to do with it. At the end of walk we make our way to the shop to buy a paper and some more 0% beer. I rest after the walk by doing the crosswords in the paper as we eat strawberries and drink squash.

My partner gets twitchy at siting around and soon drops hints about doing something and proposes mini golf. I’m not enthusiastic but agree. So off we go to the mini golf course. We time it poorly as we end up behind a family of about eight. So our round of 18 holes takes sometime.

I lose by a single hole, I cannot keep up the concentration required. Defeated I need the consolatory ice cream. We go back to our favourite ice cream van and order our favourite 99s. Once again we sit on the green and slowly appreciate the ice creams as we look out over the sea washing up at full tide onto the pebble ridge. My eldest daughter rings and we chat about drain cleaner and disrupted travel as well as the priorities of feeding the hedgehog and putting the bins out. Time is getting on so we return to the apartment and couple watching football with making and eating tea.

Spain versus German is the evenings main match and proves to be a good entertaining game. I start to draft the blog against the background of what seems like an inevitable German victory. Time seems to be flying by on this holiday and we have yet to use our beach chairs and I’ve not written a post card yet. It is a shame we are not here for longer as this feels like the first time in a long time that we have been on a holiday that has been restful.

So perhaps we will return or find another haven to visit but it seems we fare better when we are in an apartment and can look after ourselves. If I miss anything it is my garden and my Shed with its desk and books. Finding time to write and think is sometimes a problem on holiday and it is my garden and Shed where I am able not only to reflect but also record those reflections or convert them into something expressive. However with sunsets like the one above I am fed new experiences and triggers. I still have the Kiss of the Spider Woman washing around my head and all sorts of thoughts about why confined men are characterised as likely to become sexually active with other men if they become emotionally attached or engaged. I suspect the sexuality of the author has a strong influence on this.