This place is glorious. The sun shines, the sea is blue and everywhere we go has pretty cottages with lovely gardens.
It's not without its problems though.
Yesterday I was taken out to see a view of massive cliffs around a beautiful bay. I took some pics and then started to walk back to the car. My friend stumbled and hurt something in his leg. It wasn't bad but walking became a problem.
I volunteered to go and get the car. I'd never driven it before but it was automatic which is like my own car so I could see no problem.
First I had to find the car. I peered into every silver grey car in the line. Only when I found one that responded to the key was I sure that I'd found the right one.
I got in.
Then I could not get it to start!
The dashboard lit up. It was apparently ready to go but it simply didn't.
It's a Toyota. Not a make I am familiar with. Muttering oaths about the Japanese I tried again. It simply refused to play.
Eventually I had to walk back down the hill to ask how on earth I could get it to move!
We walked back up the hill together, my friend limping, me cursing!
The thing started immediately.
I have no idea how it knew I wasn't the rightful owner. I just think I may never ever again go anyway near a car from the Far East!
I will stick with my German ones!
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