Well the title may be confusing but by the end you will get it .
I'm out in sunny Mallorca or Majorca whichever way you prefer to call it sunning myself with the family in a villa out in the sticks.
We are having a great time doing plenty of exploring in the hire car , few days ago drove from Pollensa area where we are staying to Port de Soller about 60 km on the MA-10 road ....OMG .....it was fantastic the most scenic most dramatic road I've ever been on every part was amazing . You are literally driving a across a mountain range with shear drops and the countless bends and hairpin turns with breathtaking scenery all the way.
Well me and the kids loved the road but poor Debs was nearly in tears and hated it ( had to use a different road back ) . I later drove the MA-11A which is even more windy but hasn't got the dramatic views and the MA-2141 which is also good.
Well I was so impressed with the MA-10 drive I got up 6am and did the drive again,
During the drive i stopped at a stunning point overlooking a canyon and the valley below .
Well it's 6 45 am I've seen no cars only 3 cyclists about 20 km back I've pulled the car over on a random stretch of road. I'm sat enjoying this majestic view as the morning sun is peeping over the mountains when ...BANG.... an unmoderated rifle goes off close to me .
I jump out of my skin then hear the best ever echo I've ever heard in my life the rife boom & sonic crack is echoing and bouncing off the canyon walls for what seems like 15 seconds then a 2nd shot this echo goes on for ever .
Well I'm intrigued I can't see anyone but I clamber onto a ledge and see two blokes and one has a rifle
I think to myself go on , so I shout Buenos días ( good morning ) give a big friendly wave , I get the same in return . I shout in my bestest Welsh Spanish " I'll COME DOWN" and clamber down the 200m to meet them . Well there was a look of surprise and bemusement on their faces when a 18st Welsh man dressed on shorts sandals & bubber gump shrimp t-shirt appears out of nowhere.
I say my hello's shake their hands ( they are still looking at me like I got 2 heads ) I pop out my phone and show them pics of the deer and foxes I've bagged , their English is poor but better than my Spanish but next thing we are all laughing and chatting about shooting . They then can't wait to take me to 2 goats they have bagged ( balearean goat hybrids ) well two good size kids about Roe buck size .
Michael & Peter my new Malorcan friends seemed chuffed another shooter was there . They loved the idea of deer shooting and fox shooting as only goats and odd feral pig about for the rifle with them, but plenty of game shooting.
I help sort out the goats and help carry back to the road
Say my goodbyes shake their hands and back for a 9am breakfast with debs and the kids.
Well every morning when I'm supping my coffee on the veranda out here there is shotgun shooting around where im staying until about 8pm , it looks like people bagging rabbits and pigeons / doves before going to work . It looks like there are plenty of doves and pigeons. Not that the good wife would know as she doesn't finish hibernating until 8:30 --0900 each morning.
So I'm now sipping a glass of red watching fishing on sky with the AC blowing a nice refreshing 19Deg C on me .