Day 4 was off to what Syd styled "The Farmyard" at Poniente. Chickens were roaming everywhere - Dick could barely contain himself.
It was another tough day at the office, with only Syd scoring in the 30's - 31 to be exact. Archie's achilles was, by now, causing him such discomfort and pain that he had to retire after just a few holes, and he spent the rest of the time sitting on the terrace reading his Kindle. He was still around to present Syd with his prize ball afterwards:
Archie took us back to the city of Palma for our evening meal. We just winged it - there was no recommendation to go to, but we stumbled in to almost the first little restaurant we came across. It had a small upstairs room, ideal for our group:
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Again, we went for a short stroll round the cathedral area after dinner:
Only 2 days left after this - and still it was getting hotter. We couldn't wait until tomorrow.
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