Holidays
I am writing this beside a rooftop pool in Los Cristianos in Tenerife. If I had known that retirement was going to be so wonderful I wouldn’t have worked so long—although perhaps that thought is lacking some logic. When we arrived in Tenerife, the sky was an odd translucent white . A thick mist of dust blown in from the Sahara—la calima—was blocking out the sun (but not the heat). I had left Menton in cloud. Easter had been very wet! When it wasn’t raining the humidity made you feel as though you were in the centre of a cloud. 248mm rain fell in March (average is around 50mm). A quarter of the month’s rainfall fell over Easter. It was wet…There had been some sunny days since but everywhere the weather doesn't seem to be as it should be. Several events were cancelled over Easter—Easter Egg hunts, the procession from the Basilica—not as you'd imagine because of the weather but because of the threat of terrorism. On Good Friday, I was lucky enough to attend a wonderful pian