Friday 25th September

As we were breakfasting the next morning, the park rangers turned up and weren’t happy about our camping arrangement, even though the monastery people had said it was OK. Luckily we were only there for one night so they left us alone, whilst the Guardia Civil policeman who passed only wanted to take a photo of the Camel (he was driving a 2007 model 90).


We enquired about staying in the monastery itself, and plan to book one of the former monk’s cells for our last night on the island - I’m sure we’ll have some penance to give by then. We drove over to Port de Pollença, where I had had a couple of family holidays some 25 years previously, and enquired about doing some sea kayaking next week after the family depart - we’ll have to wait and see as it will be weather dependent.


We met up with Anne’s eldest sister Ruth and husband Graeme, their two children (Darcy and Harry), and her parents in Sóller that evening, then sought out the villa in the maze of narrow streets that characterises this lovely town. A former farmhouse, C’an Posteta is over 300 years old, but even that long ago they had the foresight to install a pool and covered BBQ area. Anne’s twin sister Emma and husband Peter and their two kids (Ben and Lily) were on a later flight and arrived about midnight.