Life on the finca means cycling along by the sea. And stopping to look at the boats.
In fact it is quite easy to spend too long looking at the boats. Fish too. There is no fishing allowed in the harbour and there are always loads of shoals of fish. Should that be fishes?
Looking the part? Maybe not He has the helmet, the gloves and the bike, but couldn’t be bothered to put on the sporty ropa.
Of course, it’s not all fun and pleasure. Even yet more painting.
At least the front is nearly done now.
Admiring the clear night sky (and the very splendid finca over the road).
Relaxing after another hard day’s work.
And back on the road again.