On this our third holiday in Pollenca, NE Mallorca, Mr Carmichael and I decided to revisit some old haunts. A number of these will be detailed in up-coming posts but a sneak peek at the first villa we rented mumble, mumble years ago with our brood gets a mention here because I was forced to photograph our residence through a rusted iron gate.
Hidden behind was the Mallorcan farmhouse and orchard that we remembered so well.
Of course when I say we I mean Mr C and me. The girls remember the dead rooster in the swimming pool. Ah well.
Further hidden finds here: Where’s my backpack?