It is a public holiday here.

•  two boys out playing with their dad in the square – flying a remote control airplane which was probably a gift from the Kings. They got to fling it  up into the air but I noticed he kept his hand on the controls
• on the beach at Caldetes Duna raced around carrying an empty water bottle. We threw her ball for her but she promptly took it down to the waters edge and happily watched it float away
• people continued to walk past the house carrying shopping bags – where are they going? All the shops are shut.
• the houses on the sea front at Caldetes look nice – some are modernist. But directly behind them run a railway and a busy road built on legs. The houses in the next street back have this as their view now – where once they saw the sea.  All done in Franco’s time of course.
• tomorrow the resident adolescent and his father are off skiing. It’s only 2 hours drive to La Masella which has more than 57 pistes. It looks lovely on the web site but as my oomph is still a bit lacking it seems a long way to go to walk a dog in the snow. Duna and I will stay at home.