I tried again to install the Bloggeroid app that I've failed to make work in the past. I failed again, getting as far as drafting a posting but finding no way of actually sending it! The main benefit would be the ability to put photos in the text, rather than have them all at the top of the posting. Never mind.
After elevenses at home we set off in our two separate vehicles to Costitx. The jam of traffic entering the village discouraged the cyclists, Robert and Lyn, so they headed elsewhere. Sue and I battled on and after twenty minutes we were happily parked in a field given over to vehicles for this public holiday fete.
The traffic free streets of the hill top village housed stalls of all descriptions. We queued again for a dubious looking cheese roll, but gave up when the man making the rolls decided only to serve locals. The Spar shop next door wasn't so fussy, so we enjoyed a sparse but adequate lunch on a bench in the children's playground next to the church.
There were flowers strewn everywhere around the village, made from all manner of different materials, from metal to wool to actual real life flowers.
There wasn't a bicycle in sight, even outside the bar where peletons would normally be refuelling.
We spent a couple of hours wandering around, including visits to galleries of not to our taste artwork, and a natural history museum 'stuffed' full of birds and butterflies.
Our drive home at 3.30 took us into a storm that Robert and Lyn managed to avoid on their 20 mile ride. As we drove home the outside temperature plummeted from 19°C to 11°C as we passed numerous bedraggled pedalers on the way into Port Pollença, and our plans to stroll around town with ice creams were shelved until another day.
Dinner tonight, sourced from Lyn's favourite supermarket, Lidl, a place I avoid like the plague, is a take on a traditional Mallorcan dish (Hairy Bikers version) called Tumbet.