DM enjoys a beer in a beachfront hostelry

The beach outside the hotel. The island from here to Jandia was virtually deserted. Only the odd nude German broke the spell.

And the sand was picture-book perfect.

DMs shadow in the sand. I fancy I look not unlike Indiana Jones. Well, his shadow anyway.

D and J

Anothe J and D.

Jess eating babs in the Hotel restaurant. The food was all inclusive, which was news to us.

Jess and beer.

At about 3pm, the tide came in and created these miles of shallows. Very odd.

J and her Roy Orbison gegs.

D clinging onto J for buoency.

Speaks for itself.

The beach really was cool.

Even when it clouded over it had an eerie beauty.

Jess determined to fight the bloussy waves.

D at Fuerteventura airport.