We cycled down to the closest little supermarket today. By the time that Nell had been walked and both cycles assembled it was actually quite late when we set off and twenty-five past one when we reached the shop… to discover that our research had yielded duff information; they close at one-thirty in the winter, not at two.
Ho, hum, we cycled away to Consum. Consum turns out to be quite a good supermarket by comparison with other shops that we have visited. Oddly though, no fresh olives in store – and we were too late for Antonio’s deli so have come home with a tin.
We filled two rucksacks with one or two necessities and a lot of unnecessary items. Then we cycled off to find a cash machine, picking up wolf whistles for the bikes as we went by a local lad sitting outside a bar. At least I think it was the bikes that attracted him and not our lovely legs!
The mile of unmade road that is involved in both directions is distinctly uncomfortable and dusty riding but apart from that it’s a nice ride on quiet roads and (illegally) through the marina and along the prom. A lovely day for it, sunny and warm but not overly hot. High winds are sweeping in soon for the remainder of the weekend, hence today’s shopping trip despite plans to eat (definitely non-keto) paella in the restaurant tonight.
Chloé remains AWOL, Dusty okay but still subdued and not keen on being outside at all.
Low carb regime is under threat from a sudden realisation that we are once more in The Land of Turron and apparently, Navidad is coming… SO many varieties to choose from; whole trestle tables full of the fabulous stuff.
On the positive side – Don Simon make a Tinto Verano without added sugar. What a find!