A Change is as Good as a Rest

A brief sojourn in England (with a week in Tenerife in the middle) and all of a sudden I’m writing again. My book Hidden Two is moving on, the characters have woken up and are telling their story. I had left Menton at the end of the first week of the Fête du Citron, to escape the crowds. After a week in England, we travelled to Tenerife only to find that our trip coincided with the last week of the Tenerife Festival in Santa Cruz (luckily we were staying in Los Cristianos). During a shopping trip in Santa Cruz, we found ourselves accompanied by people of all ages dressed in animal onesies, crowds of women and girls dressed in white (the significance of which we never discovered) and a group of flamenco dancers with shoulders bigger than Geoff Capes and more make-up on their faces than I’ve used in my entire life. That was the day that it rained. It poured to the extent that the evening's celebration had to be cancelled. We sheltered from the rain at one of the stalls ...