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Awww, we had to come back from out little log cabin hideaway in Ibiza... but we had another lovely time at Camping Cala Nova Playa, (oo, ah) Es Canar. Here's a few photos of our gleeful smiles... OK, so you are seeing, in no apparent order:

(i) the Ibiza survival pack, plus Ibiza scenic scene.
(ii) Alison, drinking so deeply of happiness that it's sucked right out of an innocent bysitter (it's the sardinas).
(iii) Noel, drinking equally deeply... spot the difference, Noel? (they don't call me the doctor for nothing!)
(iv) Gary, cunningly caught in the act of adoring Lesley.
(v) Me as Matador, er, kind of.
(vi) Paul, with well greased hair and nipple... about to be dragged off the scene apparently.
(vii) Yinka - who didn't want it known that he does washing up - doing the washing up... he had to find some way to pay for all the designer bags he bought in Ibiza Town, I guess.
(viii) Tracey and Anna, caught with their pants on.
(ix) Lucas, snogging some German bird.

Roll on next year.

Px