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Relaxing day, good evening, disturbed night!

imageThis is a fairly new village named Abedas, one of the quietest, peaceful places I’ve been to over the past few days.  Overlooked by an old leper colony, it’s residents are mainly Spanish but like most villages there are some German, Dutch and English ex pats.  Abedas (pronounced Abedath) is set in a little bay about half an hours drive east along the coast from Tenerife airport.  I’m pretty sure this is where I’m going to buy a property because I felt immediately at home, almost as if Julie was whispering in my ear, telling me to settle here and write. Peter, Linda and I had an excellent tapas lunch consisting of tuna, prawns, octopus, peppers and salad along with the obligatory beers and wine, except Pete, “the apple juice king”???.

imageAfter leaving Abedas we turned back westward to the little fishing village of Tajao, which reminds me a little of Polperro in Cornwall where I spent some of my childhood, busy but gently going about it’s business during peak times.  Surrounded by steep hills, Tajao is made up of two small bays, one for the port and the other a stony but beautiful beach. image

There are a few restaurants, all very busy even at this time of the year, all serving an array of dishes, the best of course being the locally caught fish which are usually displayed proudly by the the establishment owners in cold cabinets. No microwave meals here! U.K. Restaurants take note! ???. image Of course we even found time for Linda and Matilda to have a paddle.

I took the photo on the left in anticipation that Matilda might get a little over zealous and pull Linda into the sea!??? Never happened imagethough and Matilda decided she would take one final gaze at the sea before we set off back home to Valle San Lorrenzo. What a lovely well behaved dog she is, that of course is a testament to the love she receives from Linda and Pete!

Anyone who knows Linda will know she is a fantastic cook, she quickly put together a delicious curry at the apartment in the evening before suggesting Peter and I took a trip up to a local bar. Of course we obliged and several drinks later returned home…..for a few more.

About four in the morning I heard my door open, Pete stumbled into my room.  “Are you ok bud?”  I asked. “Aye fine lad” was the reply, he then stumbled around the room and climbed into bed with me!  “What the f..k” I think, and shot out of bed faster than a Trident missile on its way to Russia!  I went to the lounge and decide to sleep on the couch.   Linda obviously heard me get up and came in. “Are you ok?”asks Linda ” He’s in my bloody bed!” was my answer.  She then went into overdrive,  swiftly removing the still drunk intruder from my sleeping quarters! ?. ??????

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