In between key lime cocktails and a whole lotta red wine. Busy busy.
In the meanwhile, we got to see the tail end of the flower festival...
Having a ball!
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- Music to our ears
- Onion Festival
- Low visibility
- Flora Madeira
- Before we frolic in Funchal...
- We are go for launch
- Flower Parade Anyone?
- Flower Power
- What sea?
- Bone-turning
- It's cake Jim, but not as know it
- Singing like a canary
- Anne-Flore's Morning
- Friday 13th
- It's a small world after all
- The dawn chorus
- A sedate haircut
- Whan that Aprille, with his shoures soote
- Easter Sunday
- Propitious timing
- Now is the winter of our discontent
- When clichés take form
- There's no place like home
- Too many bits to count
- Juicy Days
- Travelling Tales
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