The one problem was with the door height, or more specifically the lack of it - I banged my head three times on leaving the cell (you would have thought that I would have learnt - Anne didn’t have any sympathy left for me the third time I did it). There must have been a height restriction to become a monk.
A trip to the most easterly point in Mallorca beckoned so we took the windy road to Cap de Formentor - more stunning scenery along the way as you meander your way along a rocky peninsula, although the end itself is somewhat lacking in views in comparison to the drive.
On the way back we stopped to take the gentle hours walk along the Vall de Bóquer from Port de Pollença to a sheltered rocky bay with clear turquoise water that had us wishing we had bought our swimming things, a paddle had to suffice in cooling us down in the afternoon heat. We could have gone swimming in our pants as a few of the Spanish men and women were doing, but we’re British, so didn’t.
Our final night was at the Monestir de Nostra Senora de Lluc, by far the largest monastic complex on the island, which we had visited earlier in the week. The en-suite cells (not sure how original these are!) lacked the character of the previous night’s accommodation, and our bed didn’t appreciate having a glass of red wine split over it, but it was nice to look out over the chapel and they kindly stopped the clock chiming between 2200 and 0900.
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