Late Sunday afternoon, a huge bonfire blazed and crackled on Fornillo beach with the remnants of wood left from the beach restaurants /bars. The wisps of smoke trailed well into the evening.
The warm weather belies the season. My other half still swims every afternoon. His days are spent in the kayak, fishing with his friend or eating the 'frecinette' bananas well ripened from our garden.
Soon the tourists will trickle, the ferries will blow their horn of salute to the village and the rest of the hotels will close for winter.
The town will belong to the locals again.
I'm sure many of you recognize where this photo was taken.