Readily available in San Sebastion Tenerife - all the English food and drink you could ever want (or not). The marina is fine but as for the rest - well let's just say that if this is what I wanted I would have stayed in the UK. I suppose some people do want little England in the sun but their reasoning is lost on me.
Actually it did get a bit better once we scraped away at the surface. About half an hour's walk away we found a fishing town which, albeit there was a glut of restaurants on the front, was still a Spanish town with Spanish people working behind the counters. A bus ride away was Las Gallettas, also a Spanish town despite the huge community of retirees from the UK. Les Gallettas also had impressive rock formations on the outskirts of town.
There was a beach bar there overlooking the sea where we sampled the very tasty margerrittas.
Sue ans Mally left on The Friday and I followed them on the Sunday to spend a week in the UK with my daughters and my grandchildren. The newest member of the family, Freya, is growing so fast and I watched her develop even in the week I was there.
The week passed all too quickly and then it was back to Tenerife, where my brother in law, David was staying for a few days. Once David had left we spent a few more days there and planned to travel to El Hierro. Unfortunately Scruffbag's bag was playing up badly (not helped by the fact that e lifted up the heavy wind vane) so we felt it was unsafe to sail so far (60 + miles). We waited for a calm day and motored across to La Gomera, which we love, in order to await his recovery somewhere other than Little England in the Sun.
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