So, all you budding Agatha Christies, have you worked out where I've been yet? Maybe you're not interested. Maybe it's only me who's enjoying this bit of skite. So I'll carry on regardless!
In my last post I gave you what I wore. Jeans, comfortable walking shoes, a fleece. Were there any clues there?
Today I give you my mode of travel.
A plane to Exeter.
A smaller plane from Exeter.
A speedboat ferry.
And a Van Called Dave.
Dave transported cases from harbour to hotel.
To this hotel, with its very cosy and welcoming resident's lounge.
Here's another taster of the location.
TP used to have time shares on this holiday island in two of the properties behind him, right and second from left.
And as the sun sets on ... ?!
A la perchoine