The Long Weekend – Day 1

Well the weekend actually started yesterday evening, Thursday. We drove to London to stay at an airport hotel. So we had a very agreeable dinner in Canary Wharf. It is always refreshing to see the vibrancy of London after coming from provincial Scarborough. 

The reason that we stayed over was that our flight was at 6.55am, that meant a 5am start, an unheard of time for us at the moment. So it was up bright and early to City airport. A very simple check-in and departure only a few minutes late. It is always an exciting take-off from City as the runway is so short, the plane literally powers up at the end of the runway before releasing the brakes.

Apart from a brief glimpse of the snow covered Pyrenees Europe was underneath a blanket of cloud. Palma was dull and windy when we arrived. Still we had a leisurely drive to the old town of Pollenca, which is on the east of the Island. At this time of year this is a sleepy sort of place centred on an old church and square where there are a number of cafes. By this time we were ravenous so chose one with outside heaters and enjoyed a good lunch. The waiter sussed out Marion asking whether she would like a brandy in her coffee, remarkably she turned it down.

Then it was off to find our hotel down some real rural back roads. The only danger were German cyclists, I assume they were German because they insisted on owning the entire road. Well the hotel is a cluster of farm buildings on a hillside along increasingly narrow roads. We have a delightful room, and you can see from the photos the view from the terrace. Not quite bathed in sun. Hopefully tomorrow is more promising when we plan our trip on the railway.

Tonight we are looking forward to a quiet dinner, a glass or two of red, and possibly an early night. Apologies a slow Internet means that I cannot upload the photos of today, will try tomorrow.