A final selection of photographs from my Lanzarote holiday. The first one shows the amazing Green Lagoon at El Golfo on the south of the island; a volcanic crater eaten away by sea erosion. The algae-green lake is separated from the sea by the black volcanic sands and the cliffs have been eroded into amazing patterns by the wind. John told us that the famous scenes with Raquel Welsh in her animal skin bikini were filmed here and later, strictly in the interests of research, I tried to find an on-line clip of the sequence. Alas, the WiFi at the hotel was lamentable and I had to rely on nothing other than my own imagination. It is easy to forget the delights of a decent internet connection, but I had plenty of opportunity to dwell on this fact of modern life as I waited each morning for the ten minutes it took my copy of the Guardian to download.
My second photograph was taken just along the coast from the hotel we were staying at in Costa Teguise. I am not sure who the sculptor was, but it provides another fine example of how the bright colours and raw landscape of the island provide an almost perfect backdrop for art.
My final photograph was taken in the island capital of Arrecife. You will recall that I spoke last time of how the artist César Manrique was able to save the island from the perils of high-rise developments. There is only one high building on the island, a multi-story hotel which must have been constructed when Manrique wasn't looking. The photograph shows this miserable pile carefully within the sights of one of the old cannons that guard the fort.
It is now almost a week since we left Lanzarote but the memory of that striking landscape, those wonderful colours and the near-perfect sunshine will remain with us for a long time to come. As will the memory of the hospitality of fellow-bloggers who have now become firm friends : thank you Marilyn and John.
Let me finish with some music. One morning as I waited for my guardian and my e-mails to download and silently cursed the slow internet speed available, I found myself beginning to sing that old Bessie Smith number, "Gimme A Pigsfoot And A Bottle Of Beer".