The Photographer's Nephew
Still haven't had much time in the evenings to go through many of the photos from my recent Spain vacation but that hasn't stopped me heading out at lunchtimes this week and taking more anyway. This backlog is really quite backloggy. And it's not going to be helped by a day in Abingdon tomorrow following the various Morris sides around as they drink (with a little dancing thrown in for show).
But I feel like I need to put something up so this is a shot from Cap Salou taken last week featuring a candid of my nephew Ché standing on some of the rocks that jut out into the Mediterranean there and form nice, sandy coves between them. Much swimming and leaping fun was had on those beaches but you can have too much of a good thing and it's been nice to be back in England this week with its grey skies, rain, and threats of gale force wind over the weekend.
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