Island in Spain. With blue sea peeking through the trees below the house, the heat seemed bearable.
Such a different feel to beaches back home, here it felt like Peter might just be spotted fishing in the bay.
I loved the buildings, with their warm clay coloured stone. And the dusty fields, with trees that despite the ground had green leaves. And the shuttered narrow quiet streets that seemed to have no life, but if you walked slowly you could hear the sound of people, escaping the intense heat by shutting themselves up in their courtyards.