The Longest Journey Begins With The First Step.........

 The beginning of October marked the last few days of our stay in Menorca as we gradually prepared to leave our little house on the cliff top. Once again I am indebted to Mrs Norman's well observed jottings which tell me that Sunday the first of October was again extremely hot and that after we had enjoyed coffee and croissants on the back terrace overlooking the ocean we finished painting the shutters. Our lunch appointment with Louis was mysteriously double booked, the suspicion being that he was still sulking about the length of time it had taken for us to visit him. We were not too perturbed about the non arrival of the sulking Spaniard as he insisted via one of his waiters that we were not to pay for the meal and to be truthful Mrs Norman was spared the hassle of having to translate everything. In fairness it was a win win situation as Spanish honour was satisfied and we had a free lunch. In the afternoon I swam in the small bay, which nestles at the foot of the complex, where I tried to soak up as much sea and sun as I could before our departure. The last couple of days in Menorca found  us running around in a hire car most of the time, trying to finalise the arrangements for the fitting of the new bathroom, which seemed to take an age and appeared more improbable by the hour. We did manage to sample barbecued goat one evening though, something neither of us had tried before and were a little wary of, but we both agreed it was delicious. Wednesday the 4th of October was departure day with a fairly early start and with storm clouds gathering in the East it seemed fitting that we should be leaving. The trip home was speedy and uneventful and we touched down in the early afternoon to a chilly and windswept England.