The previous week, I intended to climb onto the rocky peninsula that sits in the water a short distance from where we sat (picture 2). However, the recent rains had made the underfoot extremely slippery and I climbed part of the way down the rocks toward the beach before the peninsula at which point I would then climb upon it. I decided it was too dangerous especially as this was our first outing since arriving in Tenerife and we were heavily jet-lagged. I also decided against placing my new hip at risk either. (One can rationalize anything, Jeffrey, great story or excuse.)
I drive Jen up a wall. Viewed from the highpoint on the peninula.
How's that curve?
On the way home, only a few more rock scrambles.
Jenni about to arrive in El Pris for a drink, blends in with the buildings.
El Pris from partway up the mountain.
Jen calls it a day; she takes to the road, on her way home passing one of our many, little 'holiday cottages'.