It was 11 years ago today that I moved to Nottingham.
Tracey decided to treat us to holiday in Fuerteventura. We flew out from East Midlands airport with Jet2 on Saturday and arrived at our hotel - Costa Tropical - just before they stopped serving dinner, so we got fed and had a drink by the pool before retiring.
Today, after getting the hotel to move us to a different room because the internet was crap, we went for a walk to a nearby beach and wandered around for a while before getting a taxi back to the hotel (there is a free bus but we haven't sussed that out yet). The hotel is a bit scruffy and the "all inclusive" is a bit misleading as a lot of "extras" are charged for.
After lunch, we took the zig-zag path to the front, where we found a rocky and rather dangerous looking meeting with the sea. We stayed on the pah but some braver souls were spotted at the water's edge. There were chipmunks too.
This evening we ate at the hotel and had a few drinks at the hotel bar. Tracey went to bed and I had a couple of pints at the Crazy Goat bar. Now back in the room waiting to post a story on line after midnight, when the embargo is.
I moved to Nottingham ten years ago today.