Traveller's comment on my "Report" blogpost... "Sounds lovely, welcome home. Hope we get more photos in the next few posts".
Traveller's wish is my command even though I did not take many pictures during our week on Majorca/Mallorca. But anyway, here we go...
Are you able to read this engraved padlock? It was affixed to a safety fence at the Mirador or viewpoint on Cap da Formentor. Stupidly I had neglected to have any padlocks engraved ahead of our visit. Declaring your emotional ties on a padlock is such a unique and special thing to do. What is more it is very thoughtful to share those declarations with complete strangers. Below, the view showing the spectacular northern coastline.
This goat at Cala San Vicenze beach was obviously the toilet attendant...
Our property had once been a rather humble farmhouse. There was much evidence of this including the "well" you can see pictured below. If you shouted into a hole in the rusty padlocked lid you could hear your echo in a deep underground tank where rainwater would have been collected in wintertime. See the terracotta piping to the right. This came down from the tiled roof. The children enjoyed hearing their voices bounce back and of course there was a troll down there who sounded suspiciously like Old Grandpa.
In the garden there was a big old stone surrounded by little trees. I suspect it may have had some ancient significance but it might have simply been a place to tether beasts of burden in days before motor vehicles.
This was a typical street scene in Pollensa, looking to Església de Nostra Senyora dels Àngels.
Back at our villa, I noticed a tenacious tree on a sunbaked stony ridge, perhaps a mile away from where we were. Can you see it, bang in the middle?
Standing on the very same spot, I zoomed in with my Lumix bridge camera - the one I almost lost at Derby railway station...
Finally, please meet The Beaver. This was my family's friendly inflatable holiday companion. Shirley had picked her up for free at the Age Concern charity shop but I was the one who who had to blow air into The Beaver's secret nozzles. In my humble opinion, everybody should ride The Beaver at least once in their lives so we left her there for others to ride upon. I imagine that she is still smiling.
"I'm a happy beaver"
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