We set off from the boat at 8.00am in pouring rain and heavy mist but the weather improves and we arrive in Gibraltar some
670 miles away at 6.30pm. No problem. Apart form almost running out of petrol at one point (one litre left according to
complex mathematical calculations).
When we arrive, the sun is shining and it is good to be back
Today is the Spring Fertility Ceremony here in Gibraltar - girls looking for a mate stand naked in shop windows
It is still pretty chilly as we wait for the number 3 bus to take us back home. There is a constant succession of
buzz-bikes with the occasional real motor bike going past ...
... and the occasional interesting face
It is still cold and misty here in Gibraltar - not as cold and misty as Manchester, however.
In the morning we are woken at the crack of dawn by the window cleaner. Watching him clean our windows for four hours is seriously exhausting and we set off for Morrisons car wash to recover.
Yet again we set off for Morrisons but on our return we are walking past the Rock Hotel when there is a loud bang and water splaches all over us causing us severe shock and trauma. We rapidly deduce (from the remains of a red balloon) that somebody has thrown a balloon full of water at us from the top of the Rock Hotel. Naturally we whip out our cameras and take photos of the alleged perps as well as sending off the remains of the balloon for DNA analysis and fingerprints. We then go and lodge a formal complaint at reception and contact our lawyers - should be good for about £100,000 or so, I would have thought. See you in court smart arses.
We set off for town at some ludicrously early hour because the beacon Press closes at 1.30pm and I want a notebook. As it
happens, we buy two from a newsagents. On the way we erncounter a band of redcoats who have arrived about 200 years too
In the harbour near Ocean Village is a big barge or possibly dredger called "Isaac 1874" that has no references on the web. It will have now.