Our calfs and thighs had seized up and it was sore to walk. Steps are a nightmare and even up and down kerbs is almost more than we can bear.
As we move we loosen up a bit but once we sit down we both seize up again.
Ciaran on the other hand was fine of course. What was his secret? "You are both old!" He didn't even have the decency to sweat yesterday. Doing the walk in jeans and slicked back hair...
Had to console ourselves with a day on the beach. My first swim in the Med! First time in the ocean for years. In Troon it's normally too cold to venture into the ocean.Enjoyed it more than I had expected. The beach is quite nice here - mostly sand with some pebbles at either end.
At one point Fiona was getting out to let Ciaran come in and was wondering how she would be able to find me again she turned around from the beach to look. She said I was a single bright white spot in the blue.
Postcards bought and written and another fantastic meal with raki and ouzo.
Ciaran and I shared a meat platter but couldn't come near to finishing it.
