Tom snapped one last photo of the beach we visited yesterday from the plane and if you look closely, you can spot a paraglider. Back to the cold of London…

After a super tiring flight (screaming kids and snoring old men – I slept while drowning them out with Bright Eyes), we made it to Tenerife in the Canary Islands, just off the west coast of Africa. It’s lovely and hot at this time of year, which makes a pleasant change from the rainy London we left behind. The island looked quite ominous from the plane, with it’s huge volcano (which my Dad tells me is still active) sticking up through the clouds.