There is a reason why I don't post pics on this blog very much. Apart from the fact that I don't really want photos of my sprogs on the internet, I am also so technologically inept it takes me forever and a day to get pics up. It doesn't help that currently my main computer is not linked to the internet, and I have had to download the pics onto it and transfer them across. Somewhere in the process several photos stubbornly refused to copy so it has taken me over an hour, and I haven't got all the pics up that I wanted to. Still for what it's worth here they are...
We were staying in the resort of Cala en Porter on Menorca, and our beach looked like this...
We went to visit some caves where by day you can have a nice drink staring at the views, and by night it is a nightclub. Hmmm. Having looked over the edge at the scary drops I'm not sure I'd fancy being pissed as a newt there...
Down the road from where we were staying, there was a bar with some fantastically tacky tribute bands. The Horde were very taken with this lot. (Having been brought up to the dulcet tones of Dancing Queen, this is perhaps not surprising...)
We went to visit these horses...
Who did this....
Am I alone in worrying about the state of their joints?
Every night we had a visit from this little fella - who we named Gordon the Gekko. Although we thought we'd killed him on our last night, as he leapt on the blind to escape us and fell off. He did a very good impression of a lizard playing dead, and then to our relief scooted away into the corner. Gordon no doubt was even more relieved the next day that we'd gone home.
And these last two photos are here in honour of a friend, who started Spouse and the kids off on this little pastime. Thanks to an obsession with dragon making that started on a beach in Bournemouth, everywhere we go they all have to build dragons. I could have joined in, but I used the opportunity to go for a swim instead.
So meet Horrormouse... He's rather fine isn't he?
He created a lot of interest on the beach, and Dumdad, you will be amused to know that hordes of Menorcans came to take photos of the kids standing by their creation, and nary a one asked me if I minded. Back home they'd have to be police checked and filling forms in triplicates
As we left four little Menorcan boys were hopping around Horromouse taking no notice of this plaintive plea left by no 1 (it reads, Horrormouse, Do Not Tread On Him, if you were wondering). I have a feeling his demise came fairly soon after our departure....
A final word to my friend (also one of my longest standing readers).... Let Horrormouse be the gauntlet, and battle commence.
Do let us know what you can conjure up!
6 comments:
I totally heart Horrormouse!
And I think your holiday looks WONDERFUL!
But I think I can never go to Menorca, since I have a weird, uncharacteristic, and completely incurable fear of small lizards.
Give me a whopping great goanna over a squidgy little gecko any day.
(you called me lovely. I heart you,too!)
I love Horrormouse! I'm really impressed with this - such a shame you couldn't take him home.
Yes, interesting about different attitudes to pix and children. That I'm now conscious of all this means that I think before I snap and that takes out much of the spontaniety. Sad.
Ah Bec, without wishing to turn this into a sentimentfest, the hearting goes both ways. And you are indeed lovely (though the choices for RSM this week were somewhat less then so - sorry I had to shoot them all. No other way to deal with the problem!)
As to lizards - honestly we didn't see that many, I've seen tons more in Greece - and Gordon quite properly kept himself to himself outside.
The holiday was smashing, the first time Spouse and I have managed to both relax on holiday in twelve years, which felt like quite a milestone I can tell you!
Horrormouse is quite a creation isn't he? Spouse has had some practice at this, but seems to have an uncanny talent for it. I suppose dentistry is probably a good preparation for sculpting.
DD glad you liked him too. Yes it is a shame that you can't keep them isn't it?
The photos stuff is just bonkers, bonkers, bonkers....
But so is much of life in the UK!
The dragon is great! I was on holiday in Gower this summer with my two boys (10,6) and they were making cannon balls to destroy their makeshift (i.e. no castle buckets) castles. We had been visiting the ruined castles of the area and their were in medieval mode. Next time I must try them on a dragon-type project.
I never put photos of the boys on my blog. It just feels too invasive. You never know where they could end up...
Great photos :-)
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